I don't know what I’m here for
But to love the earth with the ferocity of the
gentle waves eating away granite
slowly and with the hunger
of a lover.
This old watermill of your mother
creaking in wooden tightness against
water flowing like a body in ecstasy.
Grass falling away from your face.
The coldness of the mountains at night:
become home for the shelter of all creatures.
become the warm bread they crave
as they howl at the clear-cut moon.
I don’t know what I’m here for
but I will cry sweetly as I observe the ocean
waking and stretching
to face its flushed partner
with a smile.