21.
To be reborn of spirit, water,
to be changed in the constancy of change.
I thought of the water as that grass all around us,
rolling on in waves, over sand carved
by recessions of waves, over land
that remembers being underwater.
rolling on in waves, over sand carved
by recessions of waves, over land
that remembers being underwater.
I walked that land with him,
one and mingling, breaking into
breath and sweat, passing on even as we were
passing through.
