Five Will Get You Ten

Out of the sea (I must have dreamed
this)
              & the flash as you tumble through
              demonic changes
                              (we must be exact)
Someone asks and someone else
answers
              footsteps in the dark at
              5:47 AM
                              & I won’t pretend to know
                              anything more than that

fill in the blanks later

              There’s more apparently where that
came from
                              where it went

landing smack-dab in the middle of your own reflection

& way up here the ocean path leading down thru broken
sea shells, yellow weeds, the rattling dead thistle

everything wet, trembling

waiting for you to make the next move