Day 285

The beach is not a safe zone
but you can imagine it that way
for a morning.  You can watch
the tide coming in, going out,
as it has done forever, before
there were bombs, before
there were drones.  The beach
is not safe but you can run
along its edge, ankle-deep
in the water, and remember
there is something
stronger than hunger,
stronger than fear.  For 
one morning you can look out
at the horizon and remember
other days, other stories.
There, where the sky 
touches the sea, some space
can open.  See: already
the water is netted with light.
Your imagination tosses 
the glistening fish
of abundance 
into those nets
and you pull them in.
You eat, eat.