c.

the shore is a cathedral
cracks in the sky
light the stucco, and the cliffside, and the palm
trees to living glass
cut by the soft foliage on the rockface

the moon cut by rafters and pines
is holy
over the water

the moon caught in the clouds
high over the building, the smoky night
is an icon

the past strays into the future
the breathing wire
the past rings into the future like a
heartbeat, humming
like the crack of a breath on teeth
like the sight of air leaving the
throat
       cast back into the sky
  over the shoulder

these days are passed
these days have passed so that
the days to come may ring with their passing