First, night opened out.
Bodies took root from rotting salt
and seawater into evidence of red life.
Relentless waves pumped tidal air
into a single heartbeat.
– Leanne Howe
each new step
is an axis
to turn the world by
windows brimming with
familiar sounds
of the unknown
potential memories
planting butterfly kisses
down our spines
***
we’re so different
from this morning
and its stillness
yet even with our cells
rising and falling
like Christ on fast forward
we destroy everything
that cannot be held
between our fingers
black holes
in an endless sea
of blackness
pivoting away
from ourselves
at every chance
