Evolution
I look for uncomplicated peace in ocean and sand,afraid of the kind of candor you drawfrom me, my cowardly deep-sea regime.With easy honesty I make utterances ugly and necessaryto my being, a kind of nakedness I never attemptedin the privacy of myself.Looking at your back darkened by the sunfaithfully pouring into the water in front of us,I think desire is the wrong wordand love too plain, devotion too sacred.My whole life, I think, I will use for describing you.What do I know outside of words, which despite their historyand combinations are too few and short for this life.I don’t know if I want heaven,but I know I want to bewhere you go—in sand, water, every possible animal form.
I look for uncomplicated peace in ocean and sand,
afraid of the kind of candor you draw
from me, my cowardly deep-sea regime.
With easy honesty I make utterances ugly and necessary
to my being, a kind of nakedness I never attempted
in the privacy of myself.
Looking at your back darkened by the sun
faithfully pouring into the water in front of us,
I think desire is the wrong word
and love too plain, devotion too sacred.
My whole life, I think, I will use for describing you.
What do I know outside of words, which despite their history
and combinations are too few and short for this life.
I don’t know if I want heaven,
but I know I want to be
where you go—
in sand, water, every possible animal form.
