Poem: Alcyone

Alcyone

What you are doing here is a

matter for minds

greater than this

All I can know is the

curve of your spine as I

cradle it in my hands and

refugee mockingbirds

calling out the hours from

across the street.

Our lips have been moving for

hours now but

finally are good for something

And when I slip my

fingers in yours and

pull you my way the

moon breaks open and

spits out stars like

raindrops from a shaken umbrella.

First published in Zuzu’s Petals Quarterly

From the collection Great Showtunes of the American Stage  

Photo by MJV