a glimpse upon the rocks, lost in the churning waves. uncertainty, doubt, fear. adrift in the strange sea mewling i bow. standing under moon glow star shattered i wish i could remember what i needed to tell you. i wish i could pull the overflowing streams that course through this tired body and share the gleam in some vision that gives breath
.
why is yr face so tired. why does the wind still sing & hold you, yet these legs fail
.
but if i told you
but if i sung, clearly
.
my hands are stained with huckleberry juice seeping deeper than the pores. to devour in ravenous glory oh to let juice drip down nourishment of every submerged root. my skin is only illusion turning deeper and turning and turning and turning
i just wanted
to let go
.
i just wanted to
remember
.
instead i just peel another layer underneath the gaze of sharp blades, whittling the efficacy of something i will never grasp (there is nothing to hold). heap another branch onto the pile and watch the ashes strewn in ecstatic bliss. this heart sings
.
in blue light
.
.
october two thousand twenty one, Wabanaki land. battered by waves, head held in soft lap