1. One clear night while the others slept, I climbed
    the stairs to the roof of the house and under a sky
    strewn with stars I gazed at the sea, at the spread of it,
    the rolling crests of it raked by the wind, becoming
    like bits of lace tossed in the air. I stood in the long,
    whispering night, waiting for something, a sign, the approach
    of a distant light, and I imagined you coming closer,
    the dark waves of your hair mingling with the sea,
    and the dark became desire, and desire the arriving light.
    The nearness, the momentary warmth of you as I stood
    on that lonely height watching the slow swells of the sea
    break on the shore and turn briefly into glass and disappear …
    Why did I believe you would come out of nowhere? Why with all
    that the world offers would you come only because I was here?