The answer is
that they recall the swelling
of waves, a phenomenon
that from the higher rocks
seems a rising of the ocean
from underneath, the smooth
unbroken surface forced upwards
to swallow a rock
whole, to erupt in a burst
of foam and sound
without direction.

The answer is
that I swallow constantly
in proximity to them,
that daydreams erase
my momentary vision,
cause me to fall down steps,
hit sharp objects,
that they fascinate me
more than the sea,
that though they do not taste,
I do not tire of believing
that they taste.




Photo By: Tscherno