tornando a siviglia da mijas
coming back from mijas there is

morning
of pale sun filtered in white
and the merging at some point of
two infinites
by translucent silver
and before us extends
babylon, awake
and a cristalline sound
floating upwards dressed in gold
the sigh of the world
like a song of praise
and in all of this there is
a forward motion
morning
of veiled simplicity.