Breath

Summer loses itself in offhand winds,
dishwater rain from low skies, so sparking
a thirst for extremes — to be beyond it all,
stand in a flood of goose-pimpling green,
the steel sun driving a stake through noon, legs braced
against shunts and whorls as the tide pivots.
Submerged: a boundless room of dream colours
where doors of opal glass swing open, shut;
starburst fronds stream like squid. Threads of
sunlight hook you up along spritzed trails
to emerge one breath, a lifetime, closer to things,
sight lent to the other senses, this moment
an elegy for all moments, a warrant of
desire edged in gilt haze, in salt fire.