-in april-

Glanced from the sea-swell's set 

A surface light paints to morning's atmosphere

Its weather's solution.

Pushed to the breach day breaks

Across the sand-plain's drenched expanse,   

Confessing not even a drop of its name.

Now salt-maker applies its breath, a drizzle in wave-

Smoke over the silent intruder's eye

Who just wants to look.

Toward the fore-dune's foot,

Waves foam to blanket

Whatever the sea surrenders, sweeping through air

A perfect salt.

Of water born, grey-grain of the planet stays then goes, 

And through a drenched-

Life's cycle recalls itself by millions of folds.

How then will the question drop with deep-

Light's break——   Who is this place? 

Who is this voice that of its solitude

Speaks in a name beyond whatever it is  

We think we know?

                                       for the photographer Jenny Cefaly

                                       Outer Beach / the Heathlands

                                       Wellfleet / 2009