Tunneling

When the sands were dry
And the dust began to cleeve
The clearing ahead
Of cloak and ashes
The coal left behind
Planting morning fire
In the residue too soon
While the jackets dry
And the dust danced
Drift settling in sand
The waters primal flow
Spirals leave shells
Behind drifts of light
A starfish leaps
Barnacles and leaves
Waves awake
Tapping sleeves
Just before noon
When the sun dips low
That pegasus flight
And the shadows
Hunger light
The bowls disappear
And frankincense demures
The mirror shatters
Two faces
Seen dimly
Through sifts of sand
Shells of tunnels
In lands of light
The coal compression
Facets reflection
Mirror inspecting
Before the sands reply
And the dust began to weave.

Denis Streeter 4/15/12