Three sunrises in a row
I crawl past the dead fire to the back of the cave
among the spider webs, while waiting look for something
to shoot, find lips kissing the rounded hump of beach
smooth and shiny, our footsteps are being erased.
The sun appears, framed by the cave walls, pointing
straight down the mouth at a sluggish speed of light.
Facts don’t seem to fit language some of the time,
but it’s the composition I was looking for.