In perfect receptivity,

rivulets of morning’s gathered dew-

rivulets no wider than an eyelash

blink

down between grains of sand

down through the green grooves

of coastal grasses

down around the ridges

of sand crab journeys

down

always down toward the source:

the omnipresent

gravitational destination,

the source, the destination

the beginning and the end

and the beginning.

Deepwater, flowing deeper

and down and down

between through around over

all that emerged from the depths

and is returning to those same depths.

 

The cacophonous silence,

the luminescent darkness,

the holy wholeness.