I

How everything shines with you beside me
asleep, clean greeness, glass,
the cleanest flower, dark
adolescent
of salt.

II

And now.

Like the rock you lean on,
sleep. On the breaking waves.

And you, hand, slowly
unwind the tangle.

And you weave it, breath.

No, don't wake up
just yet.

III

And in the skies of the present
if only you were hidden between its leaves, the dead
flower.

Translated by Anna Crowe