a patch of sky in the west
like the mouth of a sea cave beyond reach.
I am no longer sure enough to write poems.
In this underwater chamber,
I breathe the deepness beyond certainty.
Up there is the world of people;
down here, the weight of the oceans,
the weight of solitude.
Solitude made me drowsy today,
and I slept.
Solitude made me chaste,
made me swoon,
listening to that flute;
to these birds and frogs
calling, calling.Calling in the half light