In Ceaseless Waves

Here flows an exotic froth on a shore of sand and folded stone: aluminoferrite, tricalcium silicate, calcium hydroxide—blocks of concrete upending soil—chemistry is but a beginning.

Here is the pounding surf of an artisan’s hammer, walls of stone and the sharp-edged surfaces of ornamental iron undulating like the oceans, and the idea of a doorway, a sluice painted over to hide the shadows.

Here for a passing moment, the shimmering surface of the sea off-shore flashed in the eyes of a boy now gone. His dreams moved in the shallows as he walked, his hair pulled back into thoughts of floating, and carried away.

Here are the hours, the rise and fall of light, the painted base of trees, and the entangled surfaces of Puerto Vallarta where the ceaseless waves give shape to it all.

— May 2024 —