LANZAROTE

 

 

LANZAROTE

An ocean of black water

deep and world-wide,

its edges tear into

a thin white frill.

Black lava-dust hills

rise up and over

a white scum of houses

at the water's edge.

Birds skimming waves

spin on a wing-tip

from white to black

then black to white

stitching the sea's hem.

White sails curve

half of a parenthesis

hollowed by black winds

out of an empty sky.

So much dark, deep eternity,

such a little edge of life,

the fragile mind clings,

twists and breaks.