A few shadows in these fingers,
the gashed sea’s whirlwind:
green brine in the sun’s torment,
sparks of spray dissolve to air.
A drop on the lips,
a star’s genesis;
the flood that regenerated
from the closing inundation.
What’s in man’s hallelujah?
In the elephant’s fury,
in its stamping feet on African soil,
these seeds have been sown,
the grounds have been opened.
It is always opening and being closed,
seeds and wind and earth!
Generations surge, foam broken;
what is the slight petal,
the salt spray of leaves?
One heart expands and contracts,
throws forth the waves,
folds in the lees. There is one ocean,
all atoms are always living and dying,
always opening and closing.
there is a voice,
it wants to be heard in the waves;
through time’s storm,
it is trying to speak;
the earth is an ancient song,
it is seeking itself
since ever a drop of blood
bloomed like a star on sky’s shore.