nothing as beautiful as gravity in the eternal folds

brute necessity

                           shows

                                                 us sand

              some of which is

     underfoot

                             shoreline

                stretched on a rack what

                        which used

                                      to be high

                          & assured

             the way years

   go so

rough

                  between my toes &

             yet

                  don’t forget

“the mist was on fire & it was dancing”