Sunrise, mist is a veil on the valley,
the deep earth’s cloak just a word
about to ruin but beneath
giants are gnawing at the roots of earth,
and that’s where the heat comes from,
the better to comprehend the frost
of this island., a clear-headed cold, the earth’s
cold curve asleep like a cat in. your arms
content for the moment but alert
for possibility, bird’s wind, feather
the ice-cold sea, fresh weather.