Sets the folds in alignment;
this a shallow, a constitution of drops
that moves to displace itself
and unconsciously reverts
In such a state,
the wave has become a setting—
a table across which cups
with propositions rolled inside them
The passage of cups does not limit
the range of potential outcomes,
and yet at no point does the wave
dissolve into abstraction.
are drawn and we are
overwhelmed by flags
crossing the black divan.
An axis of rotation,
gliding a fraction of an inch
and yet unveiling its total mass.
Advancing, the disc of its body
shimmers. Alighting on the sand,
it reveals itself in a cluster of pulses.
Dilated, it lifts from the sea floor:
fine spokes radiating on a wheel.
It passes between bands of bright
water, a kiss or a plow.
Copyright © 2011 Robert Fernandez
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.