It is a clock-drop
we give one another.
If you can give
and accept it,
you live.
Though it become an ocean,
you will never lose bearing,
you will never drown.
With bleeding feet
dry lips
and copper breath,
I find myself
at the end of the world.
And then, I hear
one birdsong
I see the shaft of just one
straw of sun…
the pine…