Even the eternals yield.
Here where the sea slams into stone
the water seems beaten back
but it is stone that gives way.

Elsewhere other evidence—
cathedral steps hollowed by feet
a mountain split by a stream
while more and more of the earth parches
to a surfaces like the moon’s.

But here on this promontory
a witness to the world’s wearing away
I need to back away believing
in last night’s “always”
though I know nothing’s certain or lasting
but longing. That is forever.