Anvil

Hush, the dark forest winds blink observing their own rituals undisturbed by Anvil. In the stillness between their push and pull he remains sure. Obscured by ocean waves behind the human veil in the space between words his yearning puzzles me. Love for the cosmos, he says. I remain unsure. Along a stretch of coastline he moors his mind, and sails. Along the steel sky-scraping girders he beams,…