A thousand-life symphony’s run,
bare beauty heaving, beat rain like
raw, honeyed mist sprayed in Spring.
Never swim fast through storm how I like;
if I sit here and dream, you want me.
Cool skin boils when frantic fingers drive.
Water woman watch and chant
language of blue for what was and why;
she cry to live, not rust.
Brendan is the host of earthweal Open Link Weekend.
Also linking this to Suzanne’s Calm Reflections series.