Here there was a lagoonthat we think was beautifulwe think was fresh.We wish we could remember the lagoonlike a little garden of tiny fishwhere the bigger onesgot betterat eating the rest.Here there was a lagoonand when the water was stillthere was a riverthat shaped these rocks roundbefore they became stray shotsof an abandoned ripple on the desert.And beforebefore it was the bottom of the seaand the whales used to mate right hereand not further south where we hear their melancholic wailsit was near this piece of ocean bedwhere their whale ancestors dealt out the seaas if they were gambling.Here is the desertand here was the seaand between thema lagoon we’d like to remember as freshif we could remember.If we could remember that this peninsulathat parts in the continentit was first split by a whimsical metal corpsethen by the ancient wound of the earth.If we could rememberthat this piece of landemerged from the waterswith uswith our stone heartour dirt heartour jungle heart.If we could remember that when this desert we went throughemerged from the watersit emerged like the great beastsfangs drippinghungryunawaretormented, thinking it wasthe last beast to emerge from the waters.