centred on silence

counting on nothing

i saw you standing on the sea

and everything was

dark except for

sparks the wind struck from your hair

sparks that turned to

wings around you

angel voices mixed with seabird cries

fields of motion

surging outward

questions that contain their own replies...



you were dancing

i saw you dancing

throwing your arms toward the sky

fingers opening

like flares

stars were shooting everywhere

lines of power

bursting outward

along the channels of your song

mercury waves flashed

under your feet

shots of silver in the shell-pink dawn...



(Ottawa 20/12/78)