over volcanoes no longer dormant.
Upturned leaves like glass
shine in the glow of morning.
Black crabs attach to sea stair
and disappear with the ocean washing over.
The wind wraps shawls around your shoulder
carved into the immensity
it seems nature unfolds seats for you.
A place to rest and see
with closed eyes go under
the delicate thunder of the wave’s break
all the dark coral under the sheen of a perfect surface.
Boats and their spires
tempt the great distance Tahiti.
The desire to go with it.
The ocean, at once beautiful and violent
hissing its impenetrable discordant harmony.
Following a crest into white abstracts
the spray whispers “It is wind that moves me
but mystery that holds it all together.”
This offering of sweat and sand
sea and land
plunging over a darkened reef,
Orpheus chose death,
exile, unlit and expelled
in the motion of black waters
between a swath of sunlight
canoes appear to break the surf
tiny apparitions bobbing with spray,
stay with me through the waking life
and in the dreamtime
this water curling overhead
nothing moves without it.