09 February 2009

And the mountains fall
Into the heart of the sea

But this stone is precious.

Still, under canyons
lie open-mouthed--
fish, scaled, hooked.
Gut a spoon for once;
break me against
giving sounds: oak,
round, my grief.

1 comment:

ComePassion said...

ah, beautiful. thank you. that is about it. yes, under the canyons.

couldn't sleep.