I
The cliff
is sheer, harsh
unlike
the others I’ve
known wch are
softened
with lupin,
broom, down
to the sea.
I walk on
a ledge,
narrow, of granite /
my hands
full of dolphins,
embryo dolphins /
come to do
what I
have been told.
II
The sea is black
with seals: they move
with the ease
the roundness
of otters; seals
made small
by the depth
& distance / the dolphins
are eager to leap:
I throw them
into the sea
out of sight. Food,
food / I
did not ask
for a reason.
III
They churn
the sea: air
turns to black spray
I breathe
the water
risen to the cliff
the seals
dolphins are
swallowed by sand
IV
A horse is born
from the center
of the moon /
rises from
the flats
to the granite ledge
I jump
to his back /
we leap into air
to count the
elements
in the sea-wet sky:
all in its
place / all
in its place