I will dance to sand
for you;
fallen from Juno
when Jupiter was eclipsed
by the moon,
speaking slow
to the rain,
skirting
along the fens,
with wings spread
and rising up
through the wind;

Freed
from night by the dawn, the only
Truth heard is silence,
– a fading glimpse
– a final sea song
melting into the soft ground,
holding off the dark,

by remembering
the art you found
on a side road,
with a clean soul,
after the rains had gone.