from Spring Songs (6)
Lightning in the western sky over mountains.
East are riverstones of stars blinking through
the swift current of clouds.
Wherever I look across a rainy day and night
I see the soundless ocean floor of mind:
Silt of words that have not shifted for months
covers the breasthook of an overturned boat.
From a calm black gap in the burdenboards
the season shoots and flowers like an octopus