Variegated Leaves

Dark waves crash on the gold sand,

The black slime turns elixir at the shore.

Such is the alchemy of

Night turned day.

The moon’s light squeezed

Becomes volcanoes at the sea bed,

Veins of orange-white rivers

Beneath the oily surface.

They flow to the sand,

The sun squeezed pours black crabs

That dig holes into the sand bed

They scuttle to the greasy sea, their home.

And through their tunnels flows

The light of the moon into the sand

And by the light rivers crabs travel long and wide,

To fall off the horizon in each other’s company.

And so night turns day, and day-night.

Because living is a many-time dying.

A never-ending embrace of crab tunnels and light rivers.

With horizons on both sides beckoning a jump.