Like the Sea

Like the sea, like dust large-grained, a tearing rustle –
the touch of the wind through leaves
increasing, forced in waves over the brain
around the nearness to the heart
the naturally skilful needles, pine-needles move
over the ground where I love
the slick rain points the surface
blow, blow wind through the columns of sand, the jammed
logs, the wedge of cars and bricks and wire
to where it does not hurt to be hurt
but it is blessèd

Like the sea, like dust large-grained, it chases the surface
past and future kisses
love stealing over the mind.

I heard it in the voice of the trees,
the voice of the wind.

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