the ragged edge of a storm
undeniable as the ocean

between us every way
i turn paints the sky

this morning
unsettling settling

on a great wind always
brooding on the face of some deep,

on a great bird, mind flying
when the seas are heaving, on

the laughter of a cicada dreaming
the voice of the turtle, rising

ninety thousand miles on
the spiral of a ram’s horn,

where do you think you are
going? a hop and a skip

unsettles the ocean
and that is as high

as anyone can fly,
from one breath to another