You slept and your arms stretched and almost caressed
A child is something else again. Wakes up
in the afternoon and in an instant he’s full of words,
in an instant he’s humming, in an instant warm,
instant light, instant darkness.
And, proud of what my art had done,
I viewed my painting, knew the great
Of marble, water, steel and slate.
It’s found again.
What? — Eternity.
It’s the sea
making love to the sun.
Every thing is protected
by a grace ready for flight,
every stone and flower
every child at night.