the grain of your being

Dry Tortugas, the last in a chain
of crystalline dots afloat and shifting

in temperate currents. the pink
and the white, collecting

in the swirl. the beginning
of the Stream and of the life within

as the aqua meets the purple.
the sun leaving you once more

in the current it has placed you
beneath the clashing. protecting

your form and perfecting every
granule of your being.