in my left eye & my ears were filled with
bubble sounds like
a starfish playing ping-pong w/the eyes of a drowned
Phoenician sailor
Those are pearls that catch the light & hold it there
la luz…la luz es como el agua
& it is afternoon all lit up & trembling
maybe you’ve been there sunlight
filtered through ocean haze
the light descending
quick tide a ghost thing like love
a ringing stillness at the center of it surging
& I’m thinking about the windswept articulation of sand
drifting across the pavement
…el agua… …la luz…
I’ll let you decide although
we both know it doesn’t matter
We’ll make our way south by swimming across every
parking lot that ripples in the sun
from Bolinas Lagoon to the temple at Teotihuacán
