there again a mediation on water and on walking
the Sunday sun paints stars on southerly drifting water ripples, then devoured by the boat’s edge
as Saturn eats his son as black holes overtake
light on the event horizon
and I rely again on the dreams of fish
at rest and always on the move
this morning coffee sunrise back-lit
a relief in relief
this morning soaked in silence
between notes of domestic orchestration
this morning begins another billion universes
of beginnings
ill-tempered Sunday and the temperature’s dropping
on the back of winter rain
below the 42nd parallel
it’s all slow-boiled dry ice
