Baying at 3AM

Down

To my last time

Hands in pockets

Chin on chest

Kicking pebbles from

The dock of the bay

Little ripples in 3AM water

Deep green Pacific

Blue lost in the darkness

Just enough moon to light the bubbles.

Pastel rainbows.

Behind me

Shadows of the early morning

Violently punctuated

By insulting neon

Catering to appetites

Too huge

To be particular

Too unsatisfied

To be discerning.

In front of me

Endless ocean

Too large for Christ to walk across

Time for another miracle

Maybe flight

Except I’m

Down

To my last time.