The dog sniffed the bushes
lately washed by rain
and the ocean rolled
in the wind. I saw
three gulls pass over
the field, a blue kite
doing risky flips and turns,
and a thin cloud like an arrow
pointing north. I thought
north is not the heading
of intractable Time.
But then through
the cloud above the kite
a jet arched along the coast
for San Francisco.
So I thought of you.
Kyle Kimberlin
Metaphor 