Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Day 5: West, Sleeping at Last

Facing East
We watched the night swallow a feral moon
only ea between us
only fragments of a memory you’ve almost lost
only you and me and all the stones we carry

the words on the radio reminded  
everywhere we’ve been
and all the love we’ve collected
and discarded

“weʻll be just fine”
Say it again and again
Until the words lose their shape
Until the syllables rip inside out
Until your mouth is overflowing with river water

Find me here again
Looking West
waiting for mahina to return
calling out prophecies I haven’t earned
saying your name
to myself
to you
until iʻve forgotten the difference

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