I have found the reason for living 
in a town like this, our doorstep perpetually 
dusted with buttery sand and mountain leaves
brought in by a single sweep from the balcony. 
The sweet sea air circles the windows 
like a cat with her mouse or the roach 
with his drain. Curiosity comes and
goes. Frolicsome play at one with it all. 
A fine day, with rooster talons speckling rooftops 
all over this neighbourhood, a Pacific call to prayer 
in the earliest hours of the sunrise. Come worship 
the intimacy of land meeting sea. Come worship 

the stretched rainbow, which lances the palm trees. 
Worship the Soul that sets fire to the sun and feeds the skin.