From Further On
From further on, like the brilliant
crashing of wave against wave,
I hear your voice, like this,
calling, mingled in the ebb
between the stone and the silence,
between the waves pounding on the
shore and the turbulent shadow of
wings, coral-torn, plunging.
Neither wind nor salt spray
struggling on the rocks: you, you.
And myself rising, blindly, turning,
lost, stumbling at the window,
night beating down with a shattered
fervor of rain and startled light.