Reincarnation: A Proof
In time, or out
of it, the moment
is water, and ice
is steam in love’s
cupped hand.
this, I make my
to season. One
life to the next.
          With this,
I have no argument.
Why argue with
winter, cold
fingers, warm
Growing Up
Many tongues were spoken. They travelled
The length of your name, and you learned
Their wet language. The tides between
Your legs, the rivers that began like
Waves of something incommunicable,
Found a voice.
                                 You became the stone,
and the ripples.
                                 They called it coming,
but saw only their own reflection.
The shallowest water, when it is
Still, is unfathomable. Even silence
Is a lie, when it needs be.