There is a simple light I move toward As bright crystalline light on flesh. Small and needful I dissolve ; rebuilding again And again. The fluid spreads me Safe within that first emphatic embrace.
The flame of canopy air cannot lure me I could not give her up This fluid clean purity; this wholeness. My soul lens -transparent , transmuting As Fire, as Liquid, as Air, as Earth. This is her exponent. I am the first sound , the first breath – the cry. Given grace only through her. All my wayward spinning nuclei Made placid By the coolness of that, Surface skin. Which never breaks.
The attention of this opening scene, focuses on a voice of ripples. Whirling, in a pool of heavy silver rings. All at once The world becomes limitless . And I howl. She is alive in me But she has gone The new warmth of stone The comfort of strangers.