An Editable Feast
Silence seems to be practising on me
from that uncertain distance
where the sky meets the sea.
Looking so far without obstacle
I don't know what I perceive.
Is that the other bank of a vast river,
and how might things be viewed from there?
On a day like this great ocean is
laying foam upon the sands
awakening my toes way down there
miles above my head wide sky is
throwing halcyon birds to the left
and my thoughts not confused but abiding
with the roar or whisper of ancient waves
turn over a scalloped shell I'll keep for
her colours are light and what is perfect
about her form words can't truly describe.