Kristin Martin
Do I belong
to your shimmying waters?
roughly prancing
atop, across
and down the slide
of your rocky backside
do I dare
pitch my voice in
with your tidal hymns?
I feel caught by the tail
and stopped by time
in this place
where immortal energies
reign on high
could I dive inside
your gaping divine?
(we'll sift this hydrating liquid
through the bones
of your ancient teeth
and inherit the speech
of the gods)
to your shimmying waters?
roughly prancing
atop, across
and down the slide
of your rocky backside
do I dare
pitch my voice in
with your tidal hymns?
I feel caught by the tail
and stopped by time
in this place
where immortal energies
reign on high
could I dive inside
your gaping divine?
(we'll sift this hydrating liquid
through the bones
of your ancient teeth
and inherit the speech
of the gods)