a rock garden: in response

A possible rock garden; might it also have to do from which point we perceive the garden, the rocks strewn, whether so much more quicksand, or so much lined beach confined in black box (a rock or two centered, for easy meditation).

or, a wet black expanse of sea pulled back, the few remainder stones with skirts of wet sand pulled up thickly to their round thighs.

or, the craggy downward curved stone cliffs; so small we see them as forever stones; we wade but we drown easily; we sit in wide boats but sink more small the larger their scale up close.

but we write, we piece together and order and reorder our stones, these scars, these things we bury in sand, in depths as great, as muddy. we collect, even the broken shells the sea gulls puncture with their hard beaks and leave as so much scrap of white husk; these shells we live in. these skins of stone.