The anchor tugs the bottom of my heart — a heart bobbing on the waves — trucks it on a steady journey to the bottom of the sea, to its own country with new life. Upon touching ground, a phosphorescent chain-reaction alights the ocean floor.
Month: April 2012
Agape
Heavy drops fall and wet the grass and bark. Leaves stir; darkness gathers into a grumble. My stomach churns. I, so young, gaze though the window in earnest anticipation, witness spasms of light and crashes of thunder. My organs quake with each strike. How could I and this vast tumult — am I part of nature? Is this my true mother calling me, claiming me, seeking me out? Strange rending, I confess I am you.