I have felt you in these
Blue houses.
Full, like silver-bellied
Fish
Flipping, flopping
Sloppily in silken nets.
I have felt your presence
Here like warm
Summer mists.
I have even felt you on the soft pads of my
Feet as sharp stones
In this wide shore.
As sharp stones.
As implacid and
Round-hard in my palms
As sharp stones.
I have felt you
Weep aloud in me
I have felt your gasp
And every sigh.
I have felt your presence
In this gritty wind.
I feel the hollowness today.
