Blue
Ran the river, mortal, past your sickbed
A clear-sided wash that you stepped into every day;
First baptism.
This was the fortitude in which I wrapped you, enough to break levees
Running so deeply beyond the visible world.
Our bodies, yours and mine, are material
And they were once both water, together
But the hue of my soul, fed to you as you fed me once
Was blue
Until you could walk again.
2/12/11
No comments:
Post a Comment