a balcony does the job admirably

frictions (water meets sand in Dover)

nothing is immobile

or the movements of the molecules and atoms that compose it

overlooking the gardens, rhythms blur

the constellations result from an act of magic

the pedestrians move around them like waves around a rock

the profusion of miniscule life

Three Calls

time and space, the cyclical and the linear

under the roar the waves break, the wind picks up