Every corner, smooth horizon.
Round world twisting,
Dark for water, dark for breathing.
Icy, sandy, salty, airy,
Perfect-pitched to slant the sunny
Stars and paint the greenlands merry.
I stand shoreward, looking seaward,
Black reflected in the ocean.
Makes the Earth a trickster.
Variation, changing, winging,
Bending worlds unfold new days.