Swirl
The breeze is gentle,The waters are calm.
when tips of hair and tongue touchedto drink droplets of water headier than winewhen the child in me dunked her…
Wash over me, wilfully —
What was once a wonder,A creeping comfort
Quell the riseOf wanton waters, a broken tidePulls a person — one wayTo find some open water — Soft, level, that glimmer acrossOur hands…
by the warning