Show me in your emerald heart, in the
current of your river. Show me how
to open my hands, your laughing light
trembling between my palms.

Tara, show me

I have left the house with no roof. Hands ache
from clutching water, gripping air. No
ground, no walls, no rooms. I have left them all
behind. See my boat leak. See the boatman
return to our ruined village. My clothes

left on the river bank. I don’t know how
to swim, how

I have forgotten my name