high above a metaphysical
sea the color of a Greek
fairytale deep as poetry
considering the place
where you woke yesterday
there you sat in solitude
humming sinuous
seaweed songs to the waves
and to yourself
(using the unpronouncable
name you bore
before you were born)
emigrée of western skies
defeated by
the patriarchy and
the strictures of technology
eyes closed against
the coffeepot the doorbell
and your neighbor’s funeral
next Friday
love the crone
who sings you home
whose candle flickers
and softens belligerent day
into well-mannered evening
like a bay relaxing
into a wide half moon
as if the shore
disowned the world
neither here nor there
you will find yourself
back in the air
yours the voice of paradise
abundant language and
tempestuous tales of blue
shark-shadowed water
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Pixabay
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