ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
WHEN YOU
arrive in ocean a wave arises inside you
the whale's back glistens it has a large life in the ocean's
interior it knows only the geometry of circle
taken into the sunset taken away from sunset the water changes
color without resting ever or recovering a color once cast
away
on the beach I found pebbles rubbed into shapes like fingertips
I put them in my pocket I put them in I put my pocket full
of stones I thought do I sink now or later
I was moving I could sway I could turn like a wheel while my
minerals ground to powder and my tides spun
whenever you see a stone think of me