A stone falls
and the expedient path
is blocked. We hide
in the bushes
because we are frightened of being attacked
from behind, from the boat
we are lifting our bows into the air
watching the arrows splash
taking aim, repeating the fire.
The wind ontop of the gull streak, hindering
advances
we repeat after an hour
you are immune
you see them die
like cubes of sugar in a tumbler
where you sit
the waiters, trays at hips, brush
through the aisles
you look at your watch and the angle of the tray
the growth of the long invigorating marrow
inside the rock
that vein you know now must be mined
you smoke and you look at the air and you wonder
about the water, the boat, the cooler
water under the pier,
you even enter the various waters
to test my judgement yet
you are the only mind I ever desired
desire now out of habit
in the thread a fret sustains us, benches
under the trees
the beach, gum on the sandals, the net raised
because you cheat
from Dreaming as One