Monthly Archives: July 2013

Slowly we have let slip

Slowly we have let slip
through rains and rivulets, hands
which traced old eyes on sands

that traversed old seas
crawling with little Jonahs
warm within great bellies

who, once saved, once coughed
and gasping beg
to be tossed back under

to gulp back faith inside
some evil-smelling womb –
all pulped pages, numbered days

krill and mothers who
bring forth the years
in the shape of wet seasons

still – time dives and bellows,
breaches, yet this morning
the waves brought only water.