In that place
where yesterday and promised mornings
burn
where fretting feet and milky teeth
chattered
clanging like tricking moisture
from ocean air
that rendezvous
we found amicable accord
and united as children
and we return
to infant consolation
with untravelled eyes
unbroken minds
as though we saw nothing
and felt inexperience
the tales of clouds
constellation and suspense
weeping and wailing
and happiness burrowing through
the quaking earth.