Behind, perhaps, let the sea blow…
"Behind, perhaps, let the sea blow.
Let some word blow outside every destination of slime, rust.
Perhaps ointments from Avicenna, forests of embraces, crops, swarms, humid implications.
Or, perhaps, the same.
It sits up.
It gets dressed.
The grass stands up again.
At his step everything seems to find inside itself a certain form of calm.
It can't be a great distance
- he thought."
Behind, perhaps, let the sea blow… by Carlos Barbarito
This is the River Arun in Sussex, taken from the West Bank.
Texture with thanks to Lenabem