someday i will post content again
[This is not that day. Unless you think "Eeeee, frank gave me a snowflake cookie!!!" counts as content. \o/]
Sea Change
Imagine this: saltwater scrubbing sand
into my husband's skin,
his fingers pale anemones, his hands
turned coral reef, and in
his eyes the nacreous pearls of Ariel.
This could be my husband, drowning in the swell.
A sea-change means a shift, a change of heart,
and how the oceans turn
glass shards into a jewel, rip apart
familiar things. Waves churn.
The surf is a liquid body that peels
a carrier from bow to stern, the keel
bent back, steel bands pliable as kelp.
And long before I wake,
the sailors drown. No point in calling help.
Each night, my husband shakes
me out of sleep. I cannot reach for him
or drag him to the surface so he'll swim.
- Jehanne Dubrow
Sea Change
Imagine this: saltwater scrubbing sand
into my husband's skin,
his fingers pale anemones, his hands
turned coral reef, and in
his eyes the nacreous pearls of Ariel.
This could be my husband, drowning in the swell.
A sea-change means a shift, a change of heart,
and how the oceans turn
glass shards into a jewel, rip apart
familiar things. Waves churn.
The surf is a liquid body that peels
a carrier from bow to stern, the keel
bent back, steel bands pliable as kelp.
And long before I wake,
the sailors drown. No point in calling help.
Each night, my husband shakes
me out of sleep. I cannot reach for him
or drag him to the surface so he'll swim.
- Jehanne Dubrow