Pelicans seesaw then dive in a row
stabbing daggers into salt
water in the wind
i am the line not yet drawn
a whole awaiting division
clouds form faces against the sky
watching the sun
swallowed by the sea
i am permanence for that
which is changing
seagulls flutter and cry
across the new horizon
some light left behind
a burning memory
i cry in colored sunsets
waiting for coffee
to open my
eyes
i am a shade breathing
dust at noon
taken and remixed from the black cover
journal of katya mills '96
i was 23 years old
