calico

red, this place is
creating a babel of space & time.

Eolian winds have conjured
swirling rock,
and I am awash in the forming awe
of knowing -

this place was once under the sea of my Cambrian
obsession.
It is familiar to me, inexplicable -
whorls and waves and wonder,

Am I home?

No matter how far away the Sea may be
or how long ago She fell away,
water magic lingers in the organic curves
of sand and limestone.


I yearn to offer everything Red within myself;
blood and hair and sunburnt skin.


I build a spiral of fallen rock,
a cairn to lead me home;
the vortex at the center of my private mythology.


Order and chaos fold in on themselves;
I must continue my fractal dance with paradox.