THE DAWNING OF THE SEA

Sailing in on the daybreak
the great sea alone
lights up all it touches.
But the foam
sets off a cloud of thirst,
gives roots
to the riverway
and dozes like the barges
on the sand:
blind look with which the sea discovers
its body's end.

So the sea dawns,
glory propagated, daily
birth of the world.

(The other sea,
nocturnal,
beneath the salt
has died.)