Why the journey
into the heart of the cave
when the light here
is ease

totems
gifts
to quiet the barbarous heart?

There is
riddle aplenty
--the flower bells blowing
like Christ heads-
in bleak salt
on these shores
and
bone-white skiff
in the sand.

Dunes
wild grasses
misshapen by the wind,

the vision lives
in the empty spaces
within.