A wave of solid light, its fire intact.

A current, a soft breeze

that arouses everything, that scorches and unravels everything,

that refines everything

back to its pure lines.  A high tide waterfall

that the sun throws down  (its stars

breaking free, its joyfulness,

sustained

falling, its rootballs

of crystals, formed by fire: opening furrows, opening wakes,

wading across, sinking down).   Depth opens

on the surface.

                                                -All

the ocean and the calm

of soothing itself, all that burning thickness of sand,

of plough-turned land, of salt, touches its depths

and is stirred up.