I HEAR

I HEAR

I hear

an ocean

waves parting, folding back

spike in

my brain activity as

I surmise where

in my words this

sea has

disappeared to

speaking deliberately now

as I sense myself

fording a steam or

stepping from

pebble to

pebble

and here the rain, as always

rushing to add to

talk of completion

the pebble I stepped on last

so smooth now, yet possibly

could tell me

an irregular history

going back to when the

planet was magma, was

fire and

fusion

and all the compounds, elements that

I am

still puzzling out

an architecture to

account for

an

interior.