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.

About Benjamin Norris

Published writer of short stories, long stories, poems. Well received art critic and cultural commentator for Berlin magazines. Collaborator with operatic societies. Co-writer of fictional historic psycholinguistic journals. Lecturer of architecture and art history at a Budapest University. View all posts by Benjamin Norris

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