datum

I

peace does not follow
a straight path
it squanders in ditches and streams that dont last
time is a factor but the more it is past
the less calm is caught with every cast

II
clouds burgeon and balloon
horizons skew from soon
burnt wind whips the spray
forty yards drops away
dusty hot skin peppered
spots scattering granite make a leapord

II.22
arms walk recreations etudes brillantes at seven herz
the resonance of spinal courts
a hardrock marimba chatters
lines melodious by crashing water
periodic white noise backdrop for reverence and rattle
snakes scatter and dive for appellations

III
a following sea
the pith of the tiller
burned into knuckles
eyes on the crests and jumps
weight and balance
alone never enough