No answer

Into the empty horizon

once full of sea

I cast my eyes and ears

but keep my heart on a string

our conversation

across oceans is

transposed into breath

of electric ghosts

the fleece of golden grass

my morning milk

and evening drink

walking with an image of you

to the river I take your hand

we run to see

what the storm has left behind

in its ruddy and confused wake

drying rocks, logs and beer cans

I want everything

I misunderstand

I am in love

I drift into rings and folded petals

the watery felt the velvet black

of the pig’s hide

we stare with eyes

unattached

into the recently risen sun.