Rocks washed up against rocks,
Stones at swim rubbed skin-smooth
Against the toughest fish in class in schools,
Against sand at rest in beds in chorus.
Rolling in with the sea at highest tide,
I caught them in the net of my man hands,
Lined them up against a sandcastle wall,
And I waited for the rest of the world
To form itself into the lunacy
Of meaning our moon would be proudest of:
Rock, stone, seagem, shell,
Rock, grain, pebble, poem.
