Love, try again
now with the weight of
your tomb set down.
Only air on your shoulders
this time—then water,
a constant motion.
Tonight, plant a crab in the sky,
then the archer. Notice the bull
looking back into a gazing frog.
Make them glow. The tide—dive
after these phosphorescent fish,
recklessly forgetting the rattle
of old sense, tossing it back
to these shallows, loose change
to echo your other name,
the one you knew when language
moved in shining schools between
surface and depth,
where you flashed your multitudes
through bathwater, laughing—
vessel, your eye, your mouth.
o child
the whole of you
a single sound
yes
Nice painting you did with your words. Lovely, as always.
Thank you, Michael.
Love the Zodiacal references. Good job!
Thank you, Bartholomew : )