i look to the north in the end of light late november squinting eyes island in the dusk a hidden life watching waves while years go by getting old and blurring what is person what s planet and what s sky standing in the surf the wind blows the water roaring the wind blows and the sound of the air rushing out of a vast throat roars uncertainty into the sky seeing in the dark remembered mind in the void a thing grows and collapses white form after form born at night the world of water heaves inside us