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