For one who drowned:

this page, as if

thrown out to sea

in a bottle.

So that

even as the sky embarks

into the seeing of earth, an echo

of the earth

might sail toward him,

filled with a memory of rain,

and the sound of the rain

falling on the water.

So that

he will have learned,

in spite of the wave

now sinking from the crest

of mountains, that forty days

and forty nights

have brought no dove

back to us.