Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Sea Witch

Sea Witch

I had a brisk, blue dream of Morro Rock
and strangers

that loved me with open immediacy. 

During my wakened days,
all the memories blow past my body
like scorched kelp and sand. 

Emptiness is too generous
an opportunity for silence,

an opportunity for sadness. 

And I'm giving my body to science now,
to the truth of things.

Take this invasive animal. 
See how she does. 

Hide me beneath the quilts
at the market,

crush that coral into snow.

Dream of the sea or not at all. 

I'll say goodbye,
drive away,
and come back. 

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