Prime

That which lies behind
The seamless air
Stirs both the mind
And the air

The flowing brine
The shiftless pine
Stir the mind
And are stirred themselves

The bell
Keening in the tower
It tells the hour
In one place only

The blast of frost
In the hoary air
The spell of loss
Arriving there
It lifts your hair

Why trace its source?
Let it crest
Let it course

The initial trill
Of the toll
Let it roll
As it will

Watch the wave
Triple on the shore
Unbolt the quavering
Roseate door

The magic
Of your imagining
Spins the reel

The world spins
Wherever you steal

Still you grouse
Still you brood
Over water, over food

Until you think on
The motion when you move
That which stirs the blood
And moves the moving of
The bodies above