4 days in Cape Cod. 4 miles to Race Point Light and back along low-tide-soaked sands, seal heads slipping through red algae waves to eye us with curiosity.
Gull’s bones, buzzard’s meal disrupted, our son’s sleeping mouth moving in his mother’s belly-diffused light.
Now bends the light of now that I can’t see from tomorrow’s now. Remains to be what remains. What will these memories become?