June 15th, 2018

shadow in the glass
moon howling, the expanse
quiet proud mountain peaks
reach snow tops to grey sky, drowning
I poke them from the boat

don't forget sage
and don't forget me, please
white clouds blinding photo prints

I miss your stellar mind and heart
Where is California? When are you here?
How far is sky? How empty is dirt?

the sea ate everything else
globe overwhelmed by rocky blue
where no earth is visible from sky
white expanse, meeting flood
us survivors

poor fruit, fallen away
us discarded collectors
roam and savaging
scavenging
since birth

my parents never saw land
but their parents
who I never met

but I heard stories
when everything was dry, dry dry
then flashes flooding washing over us
the us before
and now

​the us now,
our bodies changing, Mom says
our fingers webbing

Photo by Rick Vos on Unsplash.