that moment
whose walls
are cellophane
whose head
is sand or wave
when it pounds down the strand
i am living inside
that moment
into which you set me
gently, carrying me
carefully over gravel
with salt water
on my lips
i am living inside
that moment
of catlike
equilibrium
arranged hair
utter claw
i am living inside
that twitching moment
of truth
you left on my
doorstep.