Curve

September 15, 2010

Exhausted –

Failing

to notice anything

but the curve

of your skin

moving across

the side

of my

hand.

Moon and Mermaid

September 6, 2010

The wilting moon

left nothing but black reflections

in its tracks.

Pockets of pools and programs

designed for luck, I think;

drawn mostly upon conclusions –

or rather, contraptions

of our longing.

But the big bet, they say,

is on the mermaid –

her final sway determined, chosen.

“The last big earthly gain

is all about

losing soul.”

She wanted me to trust –

it’s all about giving in.

And then, she said,

as if nothing mattered,

“I’m going for a swim.”

The ripples dipped and darkened,

disappeared.

I thought she might drown.

Photo by Nancy Rosback