Camille By the Sea

Camille, Camille!

      Called from below

The Cliffs of Moher

 mold of air halo

casting white morning sun.


Camille, Camille!

      Lifted voice heard

through roiling surf

doubled the sole word

flung back, the rest unknown.


Camille, Camille!

      Antic mind torn

through soundless noise

rent unsmooth the worn

intimate symmetry.


Of you, of me,

      heed utterly

distress by the sea.

Hear me! Soul outcry

breathlessly, silently.