Current Life Poem by Jon Butter

I leave tomorrow.
Like an urchin
Feeding from the current,
Summer’s fall becomes
Frozen shores and
The terns will come again.
The moon brightens
The crab's nocturnal hunt
From the same burrowed hole as the
Tide smooths yesterday's footprints and
Turns forgotten coins into hidden treasure.
The ocean breeze chills your skin and
You pull me close.
The orange dawn is a most
Beautiful and unwelcome reminder
Of seasons and time.