Part of me came to the sea, the part  that reaches for you, an azure that peeks  from behind more cloud than sky. I turned when I felt the chill of your voice  on the back of my neck, the rush of salt swept  from my cheek back to the ocean, your home. Grit of sand between my toes, scrubby moss on crag: I know you when I feel you—abrasive, eternal beyond sense, beyond action, beyond  a smudge—not of sage but of time, the smoke of you curls up, away, and I—frantic to catch, to