i sat by a bay carrying away bodies, under a

tree hunched over a shore of boulders.

as people came together in temperate weather.

ospreys diving down at clearer water, fish at

their feet--both well on the wing.

the first snow of dandelions underway.

our sun changed position, and the tree melted

diamonds on its leaves.

the breeze came up and away with water, a

mastery seldom seen by eyes--a spontaneous

ceremony of letting go.