rain runs down the panes in waves
beyond from where clouds touch the sea
waves run in toward the dunes
licking their lips with white tongues
days on the bar are a notch in the flow
a nick in the time that runs away
a place of clean lines and raw weather
miles up the beach from where the road ends
and only wind and love and gravity can find me
where only the roll of the earth
and the swing of the moon can reach me
give me your secret i'll become it
say you and i will find our way
both of us arriving here in the extraordinary present
in the nick of time
—with two lines by Dan Chiasson
