The Sacred Vowel

So sheer the cliff, the sea so old

Mouth agape to fuse with the indifferent mist

Archaic awe

That broken seal, that fatal yawn

Join with time’s unbroken wind of melody

Feeling small

Drown the word

God moves through something dumb

Prayer of raw material, the wordless tongue

No idea, no idea, no idea

The Sacred Vowel

Becoming waves, becoming stone

Open word, open body, open door

When I breathe, continuity, before and after me

Wash the ink, my tired diary

With ichor of illiterate, forgetful song

Meaning nothing, meaning nothing, meaning nothing

Can I just sing?