Hammering & drifting. Sea wrack. Cast upon & cast out. Who's here but shore? Where we stop is where shore is. I saw the light beyond mountains turned umber by morning. I walked by memory as if I had no legs. Or head. In a bed of reeds I found my body and entered it, taking my life upon myself, the soul made comfortable. So the body's a nest for the soul and we set out inland, the figure of a walker who only recognized the sea and moon. And coming to the first town the body became a chorus -- O @3my god this is a place or thing and I'll stay awhile.@1 The body met a human with fur and the moon mounted her head in an arc when she sat & they built a boat together. |