labyrinth
Firs

walking away from the sea
down a thin spit of sand
I came upon a grove of firs
all basking warm and salty

their branches sloped so gently
and turned up softly at the tips
as if to cup the sunlight
and there I understood my loss

not to feel our hearts
with pleasure flow
together toward the beauty
of firs upon the sand


© J.L.Stanley