The light is overflowing
everywhere,
between the trash and tragedy
and endless glory of every bow
before the retreating water
of this bloated world
which blazes one truth
now,
now, now, now!
The blue insists
in every turning instant
and tiny peace of plastic:
a heart has truly seen
the star descend,
has dragged itself to this
edge
where, by grace, it gave up,
finally lost, drowned
in all this mercy.