Wednesday, October 5, 2016

poem at 9pm

Roatan, 2013

the moon's slivered crescent
rises and the light puddles
 on the surface of the water
quiet except
for the breath
steady and calm and
 in the liquid ether
that is more home to me than air

can't I stay here
a mermaid
with tangled hair
and a mournful underwater song
in a wake of sorrow

sometimes I miss you
but here in the deep cold
no one can see the tears