come the whole rest...

when broken waves crawl

their seismic shiver, veiling

the mouth of her shore.

then unveiling her mouth

as horizontal creases fade, and

retract her ocean.

come the half rest...

time and again between her

veil and ocean--sounding water

on sand, sand underwater.

the refined line of what's fully

given and taken.

come the quarter rest...

quicksilver life-reviews of light

on water, silent sound's grainy skip.

the offkey cries of galls.