My path is more well-lighted than I recognise

my path is sometimes one for two sometimes one for three
a grey mist wipes out this body then

when the sea throws up her heavy veils
edges embroidered with pearls

the pain in my body is my mind not embracing
the pull and roll of the lapis lazuli wave

I am so happy alone in this grey room
sea rubbing her belly on the sand
Japanese woman singing those words
I have been aching for all these silent years

From: Between each bullet; unpublished

Posted: Wed 23 May, 2018