water. For my mother.
Month: March 2015
water
water
You sleep
Only briefly-
Walking near the pond
Where the flowers whose names you have forgotten Grow.
Your feet touch their purple skin.
Then
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,
somehow,
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