She asks
what she asks

windward
North

becomes North
with its Dawn

its eyes
infinite

silent clock
solitude

There are ways
into this

breech star
of intimacy

Wrap yourself
roundabout

with it
Now

Each in
Each out

Heart
Dawn wonder

Glory upon Glory
Sea and Salt

Wind and Spray
See to it

suspect
brick from its heat

Where are the Loves
gone past?

Where, when each to one another
We go

gentle and pleading
innocent and new