bird spreads pebbles
to ease
the weight from heavy places
in the piled-up day.
Sleeps on rock, too tired
from evening-out
our crushing castles
to fly home.
Feet in the night clutch
at daystones ferried
place to place,
even dreaming.
At sea height
the beached are beautiful.
Jellies light and stars
stud the ocean’s coronet rim;
drowsy eyes the dazzle
washing fin and feather
in the watery ink of
all the hard light-lines
unpainting fade of
land to liquid
at the sun’s egress.
Plume sighs little billows
bird on warm
rocks heard the water
helping him
equal the beach.
It smooths the sea glass
for his soft bones,
sending shell-gifts up
as shields from the deep.
