A reminder of the intransigence of Memory, each
Thought paused on the verge of falling into Nothing,
And each surprised and rushing in a million rivers
To Oblivion. Where there is relief, there is need.
The Seer in the seed stirs and at once begins to dream
Of the seed it will conjure from need—An open promise. . .
The lawns, the palms, the coral trees and macadamia:
Imported, confused, deliberate, and drinking all at once,
As if the imperative Thirst was not the cause of the effect.