The black cats arrange themselves in pairs by starlight,
on polished black marble by a black lapping sea.
They bow to each other — yes, they stand upright —
and wait till the band leader clicks, one, two, three….
The dance begins gracefully, with great formality,
under the stars, on polished black marble, by the sea.
Where are the trees? There are no trees,
only shadows between stars
and the rising sigh.
This is the dream of a sailor
alone in a small boat,
asleep under canvas
on a calm, endless sea.
The wind takes a photograph from his fingers.
The ocean erases a name from his memory.