Thank you. I love
To sing at first light,
Pluck a gut string
In the watches of the night:
A little song, with rocks
And sea, and sky, without
Confusion of the parts.
Rocks sink. The sea is deep.
It holds the sky’s dear
Face, the sun and moon
Also. Life started here.
Fools don’t believe
This, think the waters
Tame and sounded,
Something with a name.
I heard music, foghorns
Over jetties, smelled
Sap from fresh-cut cedar
Trees that grew straight
Up the mountain slopes
Of Lebanon. Let me grow
Old, let my sap run.