And Time Again
We shall be down, woman and man
and child and every elder, to make
peace, more simply than we had
thought, with the final ocean that
draws the ragged cloak of its tide
upon us.
"Is that a signal light ", someone will say,
"swaying its brightness and its shadow
in the far tower?"
A woman shall hears a voice long
forgotten.
A child shall cry out to be less forlorn.
An aged man shall imagine his strength
regained as he descends to the deepest
current.
These events shall happen in a later age,
yet now already it is time to attend,
as within the stubborn clatter of the world
a silence begins to out curl like an ink
drop in water, as within the blood of
a young girl a shy warmth begins to tell
she is in love
