Picture the pier stretching into the sea.
The sun rises slowly over the waves.
The waves wash slowly over the rocks.
Behind, in the distance, the Montgo
is being the mountain it always is
when it is really looked at.
Picture the pier creeping into the sea
like a shadow stretched long out and dark.
The rocks cajole the frothy, morning waves.
Behind, distantly, the Montgo
hunches its back to heaven
in a new perception’s behemothic birth.
Picture the pier. The sea whirls purpled
in the undulation of morning light.
The waves begin their madrigals.
Behind, distant, the Montgo, oh! El
Elefante Durmiendo! Join the ending
of the night! Grasp this harmony!