coincidence
has taught me well
the tenderness
of falling
sapphire blue horizons
pastures green
language
of another birth
a mother such as mine
carried me
buried me –
stayed the years
between

a sweet terrain
my body still
creates her destiny
abandoned maps
and loves
they couldn’t stay
a faithful moon
grieves alone –
the girl I used to be
forgotten roads
my soul has
worn away

. . .