Timedrops
into the infinite;
rivulets that became an estuary,
when the sun
was still new
in our eyes. Mountains
as wild as
my heart’s pulse
in the early night,
beat a way above
the encircling mist
and looked down
on all the trees.
A stream used to run
by near here-
its pearls watered
their hands and fed
many mouths. The
mighty ocean takes
everything and everything
evaporates into the night-
whose lanterns wait for the world.
