dearest,
today i was
the ocean.
i tried to
reach the
forest but
could only get
as far as sand before the
cratered moon pulled me back again.
ankles
the of
at shrie-
i bit king,
shivering
children and retreated
back into my cocoon of
plankton and salt. i crashed and
rushed, i tried to seize the sky but gravity
yanked me down. it felt like all the forces in the universe were against me.
maybe i had too much influence to be left alone lest i lure in
some lonely young woman to seek my murky depths,
hair floating like a halo of feathers.
i emptied myself of all things human,
filling up with water until i was a giant balloon
and let the tide carry
me
away
(that's
when
i
under
stood
what
it is
to be
a
poet)









