Broken shells line the bath.

I didn’t need anything else,

but only for an instant,

then I needed at least

your gracious blessing

like hands of almond and feather.

We did not succeed

in deciphering the calligraphy

of intricate adoration.

Unclothed I turn to water,

now let us wash together.

I lie down in the fracture

of the porcelain sun

as the wind shimmers past

the hill of bluebird grass.

I have not mended cuts

months after the injury,

months after a supposed cure.

So now I can't tell you

the nourishing silence

of this ancient place.

A friend led me here,

but she could not find me.

Showers of azure

penetrate the caves

like a wellspring of stone.