nothing as beautiful as gravity in the eternal folds

brute necessity
                           shows
                                                 us sand
              some of which is

     underfoot

                             shoreline
                stretched on a rack what

                        which used
                                      to be high
                          & assured

             the way years

   go so
rough
                  between my toes &

             yet
                  don’t forget

“the mist was on fire & it was dancing”