I look to the North in the end of light Late November scrutinized Island in the dusk, a hidden life Watching ways where years go by Getting old and blurry What is person? What's plant and what's sky? Standing in the surf, the wind blows The water rolling, the wind blows And the sound of the air rushing out Of a vast throat roars uncertainty To 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