Crustal Movement
by Kaze & Ikue Mori
“If a wave laughed, turned to salt,
Sharp crystals in mid-flight
That I looked on, from a height;
If a sound unrolled
Turned a somersault
Solid thing, now ice-cold,
Textured as basalt,
Would I take fright?
A cat, ears aglow, might bite,
Or hiss at the wave grown old,
There is more here to exalt
Nor all the tones told.
”
Start over.
