When Evening Comes

 
                                                   When Evening Comes

Evening comes slowly,
like a gator stalking its prey.
Sleep eludes me, and again,
I reach for my novel.
A morning mist hung
over the churning sea.
Only surfers braved the
rough waters.
Dolphin fins, like the surfers,
rose and fell.
This is the place she was last seen.
Frantically she screams for help.
I wake.
The novel drops to the floor.