Stone Ocean

I feel the moon behind the sky
and I hear the ocean,
the click of fish,
the soft, curling strings of sunlight
caught up
in the salt-veils,
and I feel
the pulse of waves,
smoothed by wind, one by one against the shore,
as I float on my back,
the moon’s ocean
the dark spots,
the mares,
the old seas
made of stone.