”The gleam redoubles our human being: in life now and not yet; in love with the mortal yet caught in an impossible longing for eternity.” Desmond, G&B, 337.
Rain starts on the way
home. The Bay darkens. The cord
grass glows in half light.
In the thick of it
the white cheeks of Canada
geese shine as they feed.
At home on open
waters, they share our winters,