song

The reeds take on the movements
of long gone swans when I said
something is always part of something else
as you are a part of me -
The murmuration of starlings'
whaleshaped curve of fin following
the movement of oceans,
the way I follow you - at night,
the moon, cinnamon to nutmeg
as you are black, the black
to my brown curl, brown skin -
when you are black to silver,
a dandelion clock - and I'm your
grey haired girl.


2015