Sea (Sic)

(Readers: Please read the stanzas in any order you like.)

Ramon Fernandez, tell me, if you know,

the order of my words.

                                This body, wholly

holy, sings as best it can, lisping the mantra

“sole.”

                              Alone. Why did the

singing stop, and why? 

                         No, I never broke

an honest sweat, did I think the ocean

would forget?

                       In the horizon’s glance

I see a wave rise, rise, rise and die,

out of nowhere again, but why?

From In Paran.