Enigmas...

I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its 

jewel boxes

is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure,

and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the 

petal

hard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of light

and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall

from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.

I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead

of human eyes, dead in those darknesses,

of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes

on the timid globe of an orange.

I walked around as you do, investigating

the endless star,

and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,

the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.

photo by This Too Shall Pass Photography