I was a log in the waves
Last time you saw me
End over end I was thrown
I endlessly groaned, hold my hand
Won't someone come surf me?
And of course no one came
You stood and watched
The wash of water wedge me
hopelessly into the sea wall
And there I stayed
And quickly decayed
And we all swapped molecules
Now with a wave of my hand
I command you to see me
I'm more like a mountain this time
A moving alpine, decked in fog
I'm concealed in snow clouds
You're the farmer below
And if you've seen my face once
Then through twelve cloudy months
You will know that I'm there behind curtains
You'll know mountain light
Through thick mouths of night
See me