At the Door of History

that such a thing as a nation
could expect
even against it as the first
light here ignites the vast
Pacific sky & restlessness of
waves beneath
the trace of a timelessness
in time that we may
find a way written in a
litter of stones of petals
& leaves the wash of some
inner tide that rocks the
meter of our loss or
lifts that broken covenant
to defy the chronicle
we have become