—at Roque Bluffs state park stone stone & skipping barefoot tender on stone sand & heat / sharpness or roundness guiding to go on wanderlooking but not looking for no not to find but what’s now found & now, seeing I see & if I bend to touch a rock to palm a rock the wind wobbletosses a force
It begins with a lump of peat dredged from the bottom of the North Sea. The fishermen look at it tolerantly. Peat, driftwood, and gulper sharks are not uncommon to catch. Today the men are bored so they crack open the lump of peat, and a harpoon falls out. It is made of red deer antler and gleams like burnished ebony.
The fishermen now understand that they are pulling food from a tomb.