mind cave

mind cave

walking the low tide your eye
stayed far from those low caves
along the cliffs, scoops of shadow,
something troubling about caves
in mind, you were elsewhere.
kneeling on the reef at the tidal pools
an instant blown unclear
trawling your hand through the
warmish water in wait for the
treasures of miniature cod
that bulbous dab of white down
the spine. flipping over rocks
treacherous with cool slime
scattering the small purple crabs
underneath, looking for the
prized giants.

high tide those caves, low arches
upward pressing into the crumbling
sediment above become worlds
to themselves, light spinning across
the sandstone ceiling, a silver cutting out
from that lip of sand to the other
side of the estuary, a stick all you
needed to write words on that
pure sand for the next swell to take back

our voice, born of such caves.

2004 – 2005

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