A great, white rock
Stands alone at the headlands
Thrust upward against the sky.
The sea licks sharply
At the waist of the rock
Heaving upward and downward
As the great stone groans.
All the while,
The earth turns slowly
On the axis of the rock
As the moon grasps
At fleeting stars.
And the sun
Crouches waiting
at the horizon
To swallow
sperm-white clouds
At dawn.