When I awake
I am cold at the
center
Some of my edges
cool from the chill of the pacific
I feel a
stillness settling in the water
I wonder how
long I might be alone
Until I feel a
quake
Something has
changed
I am no longer
the only infant to this ocean
ʻAʻole
There is a
sister
Her head turned away
I see only the
bridge of her back
I cry out to her
Hoping to carry
her name on my lips
Hoping to bridge
this blue between us
She does not
move
All at once i remember
the calm
silence before
her
how this silence
is not the same
see her make it
lonelier
another shake
cracks at the base of my chest
he is long
his red edges
bleeding into the sea
I worry for the
dark ring around him
Wonder how our
mother continues without notice
1, 2, 3, and
then more are born
but they all
stay silent
the ocean calms
and I am alone
learning the depth
of pō
Jamaica Osorio
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