Greenpatch
anxiety comes in short
soft judders the waves
in Jervis Bay rolling an unconscious body
into shore just behind the beachfront sat
dark brow tea stain pool-leaking
on tide
a stream of copper
foaming ti tree
water softening
the skin taking back the sorrow
freeing up the spaces
for fertility again the time waits
inside my chest somehow somewhere
there in some month yet selected to go back
in time my magic portal body on the highway
space displaced
float below the fifteenth generation
of the last birds that I saw there
as young woman
bride as one who fled
water-planning rolling time unsettles
does my head to pieces tells me
reads me
unsaid pain
So much mastery here, Kerri. Wonderful. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rob, it came out ok, eh.
Deletetragic undercurrent?
ReplyDeletenice mysteries for us to connect here
ReplyDeletethere's suspense when you need to make yr own plot