odalisque
I think I favour
lemniscate landscapes
that promise something more
with the rise and fall
of their oblique shapes
that begin and end
each other forever.
Don’t bet on it
Whatever floats your boat
seems an unnecessary conceit
for a remote desert swell
and endlessly advancing
waves of sand upon
a shoreless sea
leaving no woven lace
surf as token of the place
where sea and land
meet and break each other.
but sand engulfs soundlessly
an inexorable tide,
which razes everything
without regard
even to
the individual
monument raised as warning
of perilous edges
or incidentally commemorating
great men of history
where time arm wrestles time
and life is a beach
with the smart money
on the water.