Go

Then go beyond the reach

of road, lane,

beaten path, or set

of single prints,

deep into the realm

of stillness.

There you bear

the sores and sorrows

of a neighbour,

the illness

of a friend.

There a rock-

pool convalesces

at once after

a spill of rain.

Look out

where landfall

coalesces

with the sea’s

sheet iron

and see yourself

for that split

second before

the wind’s blade

shreds

the mirror of the bay.

Nothing has stalled

that sound

the length of time.

On any day,

in any weather,

those shards and shatters

glisten.

The morning is telling

you

your life. Listen.