a poem

[lotesse]

1.

fingers slowly lifting away from the curve
of the surface, yellow translucent

the weight falling into my other hand
soft, an outsized drop of well-water
palm-sized against the sunlight

once I fell down into the well,
diving to the pale and grassy


2.

keeping them all aloft is the trick,
keeping the stars reflected
in the bay


3.

the book of miracles told me
to put my loved ones in an egg
of light
to protect them with

I put my lost cat in there, in
the eggshell gold, and sometimes my lover,
I put my chickens back in the egg
in April, when the hawks were circling and they
had a tendency to die
and once or twice I tried to cram in all the world

make something of it, or perhaps un-make
reverse the course of generation, and thus reverse that
of decay


4.

did the eggshell break? the circles
fall and splat on the face of the planet, liquid
flowing back down infinite rivers to the lake

my toes tip down into the well,
nails scraping on wet stones

I was watching the stars, and so dropped
the ball

Comments

[slashfairy]

beautiful, moving and full.