Intangible
Mutable
Fluid as firmament
Salty water in cracked palms
Constantly flowing past its boundaries
and retracting
Better to dam(n) it than drown itnit?

Letting you go
for the better of me
Letting you go
so the better I see
You were always the part of me
I couldn't keep

Mother, forgive me
I have not been reverent
Burned your sage without ceremony
Tore your sweetgrass in haste
Greedily spread my roots
and drank your water
without giving thanks
I am both the feet that touch the earth
and the earth itself
Mother forgive me for not remembering
Forgive me for straying

Misread her intent
Took her hand
and led her into the murky waters
Held her down
and watched her blonde tendrils spread
Called her Ophelia
Noone cared to ask what she meant
When she said death was fulfillment

It seemed
She would leave her palms up
For anyone
these days

My writing is strained, these days
I bite my thumb
And try to refrain from penning your name
But see
Even now I've given in

She loves so easy
Can't you see her pisces heart bobbing in the waves?