Once I found that I was made of water
And not of stone, my self could swirl
And ebb and flood and flow out
Into channels unforeseen, unlocked
From inner ice. Frozen feelings freed,
Shifting out of the safe, steady normal,
The person I’ve come to expect in
My reflections trickles out like tears.
I thought that I could rely on her –
But I see some of the girl dripping,
Some of the woman pooling into
Unexpected reveries and reactions,
Caverns in the resolute foundation:
Moving liquid life, caught in time’s current.

Written Fall 2016


2 thoughts on “Shifting

  1. really powerful. this is very very cool. love the way you develop the liquid imagery! i am imagining a longer exploration of this… maybe something in several parts… it could form the theme of a major work, or collection…


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