Picture, if you can, in this elemental setting, a solitary child, so tiny, so distant against those rearing rocks, that you cannot certainly determine the child's gender. Not that that detail is of any consequence, what you see is an animated speck fearlessly approaching the edge of the ocean's ancient dream.
The child's brief and fugitive experience discovers what language has yet to teach. Nothing in the world of this tiny he or she is more than a moment old, yet that fragile moment can swallow this ancient world whole.
Rock has forgotten
time's beginning. Still busy,
the tide gnaws, the rock erodes.