salt tablets
turn a tablet. read it. leave it.
i
first grain
it fell before anything here had a name.
ii
rind
the crust closes over the water like an eyelid.
iii
glare
noon looks back at whoever looks.
iv
the mirror
it shows the sky and keeps the face.
v
brine
the old sea, folded small and waiting.
vi
night road
cross only when the white turns blue.
vii
wind script
letters no hand wrote, read by no one.
viii
footprint
here and gone inside the same breath.
ix
rain
one hour of water, a whole year of glass.
x
witness
you saw. that is all you may do.
xi
the stayer
the one who did not follow the shore down.
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