A Taoist’s Prank
the sea and the land make love in the sand,
the sand lies hot in the sun.
And the sun looks down and the sun looks down and the sun looks down at the sun.
When palms cast half-remembered spines
upon the tropic snow,
the salvaged bones of long-dead fish
make more than milk to feed the mind
if you and he are part of she
than she is part of me.
What two and one can never be
is three beneath the sun.