Salt Stare

Athwart the bluffen prairie in a sidewind,
Juncos tumbling into the willow brake
Above the sea gorge. Eye-rippingly fierce
Salt stare into the rain-gauzed gale to mountains
Over the dolphined sea, killing silver
And chum, diving in packs. But, lo, the sky blacks
And the sea blacks and zip-filed between them,
The white-green horizon-razor bevels over the far vista
Panning the Olympic tip to Canada
Like a neon koen going crackle and aum.
Simply complex dwells mind-matter in our outside,
Yours, mine, the juncos’. At once,
One,
Replete with it.