Already the universe
blinks. Blinks like a   

child ready to believe.
Clear, capable. Holding this

door open to let
dreams in & touch their

echo. This echo. Asking to
fade, fade into evening, its mighty

gusts. All this time we
have been by the sea. This water

hushing us awake. Breathe it in: this
I. How in its small mind it

joins soft land with this vast
kiss of blue. Thinking shore-

line, curved line, this line…
Long I have wanted to

mimic the world. To
murmur a word that begins with

null & ends in exaltation.
Ocean, ocean the wind

praises the ocean & its
questioning. Where do

ripples lead to? In which
ring of darkness do dreams

sleep? Dear world, I have
tried to make a new

truth out of you. One which
ushers in my mother’s whispering

voice—I know you. Night:
warm, vital. Mapped with a lone

x. Here it is the x says Every picture
you call for. Echo: it stretches into this

yonder, bluing. All of a sudden—
zillions of birds rising to life.