Far along the shore
falls the Shadow on the stones
The shells and sand
make The bed that rolls
in views Across the harbor
Out among the seals
And depth
this deep water Rig roils the sun
and Splits the beam in
murky aurora.
All this is in view of the trees
All this in sight
and breath And perch
All this outside
the walls
Like a breathing texture Stand,
elbow to elbow,
Feet to feet,
skin to breath,
meditative in rest
this arbor feels itself
and fills
a terroir of firmness
an assertive idea
in defensive repose
a clever clinging field
she touchs and knows
the peel and the sticky
weakening shale, a floral throw
a chipping river froze
in upward growth
a creaking line that slows down to earth
her hand hurts in sympathy
the tree knows nothing
the bark a river of stories
folded in weather
her smell breaths
her taste leaves
she steps and smoothes
removes her shoes
and adds her toes to the soil.
She never wants to leave this place.
