Location

Rise, roll and crash

then run 

touch feet

worship-like

and run back

laughing-like

rise, roll and crash

in endless repeat

it’s not the you 

of first arrival

and it’s not someone else

no

the evening post exclaims: 

waiting for things that never arrived

waiting for things that might come

sifting grains 

and shifting blues 

are splendid places 

for feet to grow old

in the brine of being