Kerri Shying R # 515 - wait until the surface of the oil shimmers hot

take the first handful   of the choices

you made    so long ago   the ones you

had to live with   long past    what was

sensible  even to your mother   throw

them  hard over your shoulder    always

wait until the surface of the oil shimmers hot

do not allow  these  slivers of the past to

grow translucent    or you will dive  off

that  cliff-side  memory   rescuing   the

poor harp seal   you hear   barking  on

the slick wet tears   of your   hot heart