women come along
in the wind I am
beginning to get a sense
of their hair

this one piles cold sand
for a pillow

in her heart
even as she sleeps
one thousand waves crumble

there is moonlit
grief I do not want

waves are what you think
one hundred chariots of grief
and joy

wind comes moving
her hair or the other way
around farther out a man
steps from a boat

his feet the song I have been trying
to remember my whole life
I was hungry

where was the moon?
the moon comes in later

one day a man came to the edge

or farther, your constellation of moods and turns
your lover who lifts her hands to your face
like the last light

I am not like a prairie at night     I am hungry

chapter two: I am hungry     where is the moon?