writhing across the sky
pink and orange clouds
undulate like snakes
chasing the sun through
blue fields
always sinking
these serpents won’t catch her
but they will chase her
over the horizon
Tag: snakes
Poem 20150220
your skin,
according to the textbooks,
holds everything in,
keeps everyone out,
keeps you from coming apart
(though you have no seams)
if we could shed our skins
like snakes do
scratching along rocks and desert scrub
the way a phoenix rids itself
of feathers in a fire
the way a koi trades its fish scales
for dragon scales at the top of a waterfall
we could melt into one another
and our hands would never disengage
Words and Feathers 