When the clouds make temples rise on the ocean
and the drowned heart beats
a young sun
walks on the water.
The sea splits open to the light
like the white belly of a speared fish
on the black basalt of the shore.
In the light everything melts
altogether becomes clear and indistinct
the world is ocean
empty livable space
Every dawn puts itself back together from nothingness
through the playing of light.
The big rocks full of water are dark pools
in which to submerge bodies
braving the burning heat
and ever moving forward through the light
and the infinity of death
the corroded bones
shattered on the rocks
slowly sink to the bottom
but ever projected forward
ever resisting
never wholly defeated.
When the clouds make temples rise on the ocean
a young sun
walks on the water.
