Creatures of the bottom of the sky:
Lobsters crawling the floor
Of an ocean of air remembering
Foetal seas, ancestral
Swimmers, tidal waves
Towering , like cliffs before
Hurling us landward, we
Can appreciate potential force:
The eye of the hurricane, redwoods
Poised to topple, hovering
Tornadoes, smoking volcanos or
These two hundred feet
Of water turned to blue
Crystals being crunched by crampons,
Impaled by pitons, and looped
With nylon spider webs.
Immobile marble columns
of water vaulted by cobalt with
Cloudships jetting overhead:
We crouch below them soft
In our unshelled flesh on rocks
April torrents will drown
Pausing to film that image:
The buddha face of god.
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