Baumbach Witness
Still, he gazes across centuries at a world's decay, violent events, bougainvillea's…
Read more →Walking with you, hell grows quite uncertain; shared coastal moments become vaster than the sea.
Even hell is uncertain when I walk with you.
Sand under our feet and fishing boats spill
from the seams of the horizon. I want to take you
to Sottoripa or Weymouth where waves roll pebbles
in their mouths and the masts of ships stick out
piercing the sky.
And I promise you:
when solitude comes for each of us
and we grapple with the names of gods
what remains will be vaster than the still sea.