even at night.
constancy - a quality i do not (yet) possess
rolls
black-sea waves (on) my conscious.
sun-bleached sand discovers my dancing
toes and barricades itself
against
my calves.
constancy
soaks my skirt,
promising
blush-pink sunrises (and)
forget-me-not sunsets.
salt, like old age,
colors sun-streaked locks white.
where is the key?
Jesus walks (on) water
while I am knee-deep in sand,
indigo waters sputtering out my nose.
constancy splashes
moon-smudged
salt-water in
my eyes.
(i am) not a
“cow let out to pasture”, just a
salt-encrusted half-drowned girl
learning to let
constancy, her black-sea waves,
lift my feet and carry me to
the inevitable coral beach towel.
full title: the sky is blue even at night.
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