I shall walk on that shoreline
until I become a dot, and there,
crushed between sky and sand
submit to the horizontal line.
I shall lie flat on my back
A spread-eagled Universal Man
with sea shells for eyes.
and for ear plugs; the howling wind.
I shall hug the earth with my back, let the pull
of the spinning globe erase gigabytes of you
and with closed eyes replace them
with mysteries from below the tide.
I shall pluck from the ancient silt,
rich hued bottles, alchemies of detachment,
then clean and align my new satellites,
a compass of seven Norths
And your smile shall come again.
Its radiance shall melt my compass,
burn all of my paths,
my unwritten maps.
With thanks to G. for permission to share.