water. For my mother.


You sleep

Only briefly-

Walking near the pond

Where the flowers whose names you have forgotten Grow.

Your feet touch their purple skin.


You walk In a sleepy daze

And sit at the edge of the pond.

Your feet making circles.

You skim the pond’s surface

With your fingers.

I emerge from here,


You see my face

for a moment

Against your own

In the still water..

The pond

Cradles you

All of you.

As you sink into the sunlit pond

You reach for me.

In your hands are the purple skins of flowers

From which memory springs.

In this eternity I lift your head up from the water. You breathe.

And we become

The sky. J. Hamilton