Let’s not Forget to Contemplate the Wind
Wandering the ancient sea bed
On the relief of basalt blocks
Easy to see on clear days
Our second sight
Tied recollection and flashbacks
We crawl on breast and bone
Our hands warm enough
To open up the Now
By the oldest realm in the water’s flow
While searching for landmarks
For the five-armed starfish
Once brighter but unseen
Missed beforehand by water and earth