Over the reef cleaved with moonlight
water full in its unconstructed way.
Tomorrow climbing the mountain made
from absence swollen beyond horror
we’ll recall those dreams flyweighting
in a sky full of petrified intestines.
Rest, re-coup, thirsty bone, bacon in
dermal bliss. As we weave through the forest
a few of our ancestors join the trek;
semi-clowning, their manners erase
many of our cultural outbursts. Trees
dimorph into savannah where none of us
is at home. We decide, pressing our thumbs,
wiggling our toes, to end this day
heartbeaten by the sun, nerves pathworn.