They Say It Kills You (But They Don't Say When)

She rode in on a south swell
possessed of a moral authority that
didn’t really give a fuck

curling in perfectly around the point
compelled by grace or mystery
(same thing)

The sun & the moon fall from her
                            things have happened that
have yet to be known
              what any of us might imagine
not enough, evidently

She had erased the past as well as the future
set fire to her board in the parking lot
& broke off a corner of the sky just to
prove that it couldn’t be done

This luminous fact & the next
as some are born to it
in one voice or another

out of nowhere

returning
                            & out there beyond the foam
across waving fields of seaweed
              the sun balances on the horizon
like a gold coin (doused in gasoline)
                            on the edge of a spoon