At Stinson Beach

Trompe l’oeil stillness in a steady rain

The coast road: morning glories in a drainage ditch
Pale touch-me-nots: suicide in early spring,
Its particular agony, the false note

By what name, when blossom
Falls on blossom, rain
On rain

What she brought back from that minute tranquility
She never said

How the flower of her body
Danced her dresses into light

Fog and the early sun, an easy wind
She danced swaying in the stalled light
She danced easily without occasion

Variations in green, ferns, redwood, the rain