I have thought of you, always,
always, as a grain of sand.
What child's fingers plucked you
from immensity, held you in
an open palm? What sweet foolishness
made you seem a handsome man?
Science skilfully turns one substance
to another or I am silly holding you
above the nothingess, a fleck of stone,
the emperor's robes, the enchanted forest.
I give you back to nature's impersonal
dominion where you quickly sink and fade
to gray. My love is like tempestuous
waves that send you out and away.