Shallow strokes of breath
like a girl looking for a place
to put her feet along this deep, deep sea.
If only her heavy freight
would stop flailing for air
panting for a foothold in the sky.
If only she would stop and hold
her breath-chords long enough to hear
the song of His sea in her sigh.
If only the near whispers He drifted
to and from her ears, stayed instead.
She would feel Him bathe her tears,
Leave salt seeds soft on cheeks
and keep every molecule of her muffled sadness
dissolved in an Ocean of silence.
She would feel a new
hug Her composure
And lift Her to the lip
where the sea meets the sky
and let Her kiss the air
With the tongue of Her
undulating stride, and walk
without feet to some horizon
She may never meet.
descending evening tandem hands hers in his
wrists watch up to the moon’s evensong gleam
two firefly shudders scattered along this dusk night
as two strangers circumnavigate their musk sight
finding foothold as fingerprints glissade moontower trails he sees
a sand dollar pond empty, polished white dry dust for her to rest
her head on creek bed cracks they skirr eyes skyward
breathe awe this moonstone man’s blood far above
his wistful wink requiem eclipse, as they lay supine
eyes glistening, listening to sibilant grass whisper
what wind circulates, translations from man
moon cascades, sound emanates earth ancient
thrush, seep deep into strange pilgrim skin
and sing thrum his heart strange drum
beats his kairos chant caress until
he and she concentric kiss along
man’s strange pilgrim song