I CAN SEE THROUGH MY EYEBALLS

(Pina Bausch)

a white cliff of hearing water

is hearing a cliff-nest boiled in milk.

whiter the sea-mews boil in the jaws,

swim up through the hearing,

see through.

yonder a yolk, a yellow mew

falls from the sun to the milk

and we meet, climb the cliff’s veins

dry off in the clothespines

as pins in shadow, thin but holding

warm stones in hands.

pina is a blue tree. shadow.

tall, with humorous feet

that is viscous feet transducing

the wrapping arms transducing

in fingers fine hairs

on the backs of warm stones

on the backs of the root

threaded dirt, animals threading

saccade saccade the city of trees

with cinderblock city with

warm stones in hands.

one of her animal bodies
folds to the lee as a city.
another of her bodies
folds to the lee.