Shadow
The crook of my arm
Cradling ebony silk
Purring in my ear
The crook of my arm
Cradling ebony silk
Purring in my ear
Sunset on the dunes
Sibilant whispers whirl from
The wind in the reeds
a box turtle’s shell
barely breaking the surface
gently making waves
As midnight’s tide ebbs
The wet sand saves our footprints
But for a moment
We of painted clay
Molded from the living earth
Destined to return
Birds take flight en masse
Forming paintings in the sky
For just a moment
Smoke borne on the wind
Transporting me to the hearth
Of my childhood home
The vessel broken
one soul escapes to freedom
with a final breath
I blindly reach out
Seeking across the darkness
For your existence
Salt spray in my face
The surf pounding the sand as
I comb for sea glass.