Blessing

Geranium; she says, 'Over there!' and he says,
'Where?' walking on. Silver Princess; Lavender;
'By the light of the fisherman's hut, I swear I saw
a shadow.' Bush Iris; Bottlebrush; Red Lily; She Oak;
down the winding path to sea. She is wearing
Orange Oil and Frankincense, yesterday's scent
a shade undercut. Fringed Violet; Mulla Mulla
and Sundew to the sand, where a woman in Musk
is placing a garland around her neck. 10 Rupees
drop in a shell pot, Chrysanthemums compress
Jasmine fresh and she anoints their foreheads
with powders, passes her hand across their
shoulders, says something; a Blessing of salt, water
and all I can smell is the blossoming air of the sea.