Near to a soon ending
Last night the waves were big. I thought, “They might eat me.”
And so I gave a small start.
Behind the window, a room warmed by candles, a wood burning stove, and the respective body temperatures of those within, I sat. I measured the distance, wave mounted wave and the distance lessened.
The room expanded, warmed by heat, its walls pushed, inched
forward. Wave mounted wave. Shadow puppets played
against the wall. The distance lessened.
