It’s not a storm
this longing and grief
that overcomes me
It’s a riptide, ******* and pulling me in
Before I realize I’m drowning and
flailing about as efficient as a
fish on the deck floor
But eventually I’ll yield,
surrender to the unknown
Perhaps the undertow will embrace me before
releasing its grip, swimming off to the next
unsuspecting fish.

A mirror of us,
the Sagittarius moon,
show me my purpose.

Iris bloomed for me
in a dream. She said, “Dear girl,
remember yourself.”

Cricket’s lullaby
swirls in the sticky night air
and sings me to sleep