Tempest
September 6, 2011
Your breath flows through me
breaking every bone,
ending every sentence…
I’m falling up now, as through water.
Head, then shoulders
collar bones filled with sand;
Tiny stones splitting my skin.
and I’m sinking
sinking, sinking upward.
What a perfect manner in which to stow away an epic;
deep into a dusty corner on your lowest shelf,
along with all your classics.
The sea echoes in my chest
slow, undulating waves wash away the land.
Somewhere in the lazy, hazy days of summer
my ‘self’ slipped from me.
It was replaced with the callouses on your hands
with your humming in the shower,
your furrowed brow reading the morning news;
your favorite ice cream, your fears, your sleep talking
you, you, you.
and gone, myself, whom I’ve traded to have you
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September 6, 2011 at 6:35 pm
Perfectly lovely, Kate. Love the notion of sinking up. Nice piece.
September 6, 2011 at 6:41 pm
Breath taking…. truly.
September 6, 2011 at 9:17 pm
So wonderful to read.
September 7, 2011 at 8:26 am
she never fails to move the soul…what a gift!
September 7, 2011 at 10:00 pm
beautiful !
September 12, 2011 at 1:12 am
Breathtakingly beautiful!
September 13, 2011 at 7:27 pm
I love the sensation and possibilities of “falling up” and “sinking up.” We do seem to slip away from ourselves, don’t we. But communities help us find our way back.
(Glad Kristine stopped by my site today – delighted to have discovered all of you.)