Sole Imprints

On the deserted, unspoiled beach, I saw delicate

depressions in the sand, pacing alongside mine.
 
Wondering at those empty imprints of toe and sole,
I dared to match their easy step.
 
I asked the sky, the clouds, sea, and rocks for meaning

and understanding, of the tracks in which I fitted my feet.
 
In the cloud of unknowing, rolling from The Sea, I learned,

not by degrees, but through warm gnosis,
 
to espouse the anima by my side, delicate as

iron beneath her veil, twisting bone-lace through my days.