I look to the North in the end of light
Late November squinting eyes
Island in the dusk, a hidden life
Watching waves while years go by
Getting old and blurring
What is person
What's planet and what's sky
Standing in the surf, the wind blows
The water roaring, the wind blows

And the sound of the air rushing out
Of a vast throat roars uncertainty
Into the sky
Seeing in the dark remembered mind
In the void, a thing grows and collapses white
Form after form, born at night
The world of water heaves inside us