But when it was
over I stood on this
island of ash and spent lives.
When I started walking, I heard
myself breathing. Black sand. New
to me. A pack of M&M’s. Pairs of socks,
just sent over. A picture of my wife.
The corner of my eye caught a flicker.
What’s that? The light. Just so on the water.
Little glances of a silent sea, rushing outward to heaven.