Twilights prism

Twilight prisms on the horizon I identify by the lights of a few boats fishing the dark and a cruise ship lit like a city. Yesterday I rode the bridges crest as the ocean opened to the sky as its lover. I nearly collided with a gull gliding impossible sideways as shameless of its greed as its grace. Like this grief it kept doubling back. I've often expected the next second to contain a catastrophe, but this afternoon when I asked “make me a river” I was sure I deserved to be made one.