Pilot Bay

K Lousie Vincent

 

We are all chemists in a laboratory of light.

The blue in the mountains release more brightness

each day.  Spring expands laterally.  Sea and sky

repair their memory of snow and roll forward.

We never have a hold upon it.  A tremendous wildness

steps through and we let it be water this road.

We don’t distrust or declare it, we fall through it.