Stray Thoughts

I give you the sun as a bank note,
the day as a pregnant wolf
who won’t suckle humans.
I give you this glass of sand
from which a drowned sailor will clamber
to offer you a pearl.

Try not to disturb the wolf.
Exchange the pearl for the sun.
Exchange the sand for the sand.
For it is fitting that some things change
and others remain the same.