SUNDAY POEM
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