The ocean that cannot swallow,
Having choked her throat
Broken the skeleton that held her together….
She will not move her mouth to kiss again.
But soaring winds will play through her breasts,
Take her to dance, and she will dance
Until the winds still; she will retire
To a starry yesternight.
Where her dreams could have been gentle, could have been bright.
Though young ocean, cold.
She must keep her arms open and hold
Mountains from drowning.
And while ships through her sail to new land, new shapes of leaves and sand,
Sweet air, first fruits, new stars…
She’ll mother the dreams of new hearts.
(Yesternight, 2010)
