Her Head Is Full of Poems

Stones Under Water

June 22, 2003

I.
Stones under water,
pebbles in the flow
turtle eggs emerge
to dance the undertow.

II.
On the surface of sunlight,
blue skies gasp for air,
oaks dissolve in mourning
— the tears of ancients there.

III.
The rainbow’s liquid rapture
floats on memories of clouds—
the curvature of dolphins
rides the signature of fog.

IV.
Under Psyche’s wings expands
the river’s heart— red bones—
til Eros echoes silence— wavy
essence of her moans.

V.
The vortex of her losses
caresses each pale rock,
tumbles below the constant
torrent of her talk.

VI.
Her torso sways above
the insistence of her fears.
The waltz of life contorted
as the ebbing of the years.

VII.
Her solitude a boulder that
surrenders to the sea — where
the pageant underwater plays
for rocks and sighs and leaves.