Waves
It happens in waves
this coming together,
cleaving, falling, rushing, flooding, waving,
drying, hollow respite, silence,
barrenness,
soft wind,
bones.
Bones to quiet to rest, to touch, to feel myself.
Bones that in their most impermeable silence,
sing to me of mine
and the earth’s
and eventually
of the world’s.
It will be then that I rise out to seek again.