Letters Home (IV)
The sun worked slowly
As we lay,
Transmigrating from sea to sky
Through rock to body again
Until there was nothing
But a pure white mineral
Dusting on limbs, now
As new as the spring of a cat
And many weeks later
The black remnant of an urchin
Bedded deep in the heel of a foot
Kept to remember
Where the blue had
Melted the light of the
Cave water and shadows had
Lifted rocks from the deep
Into sea-monsters and we had
Panicked and scrambled out
To lie again on the warm rock; with
The pale lapping water at our feet.