stealth, unbeknownst to herself
she felt like a spiral
up-whirling from
her umbilical cord
implanted deep in the planet
where the burning
hot core
had driven her
upwards
all those eons ago
she burst the dams
the harbors, the beach resorts
the long ago
sunken city of Baia
with all the marble goddesses
the temples, the gardens
turned to coral
she inched upward
to meet the skinny branches of rivers
with their mangroves and alligators
where the volcanoes vent
the lava from that earth’s
umbilical core that had
long ago rejected her
as she unfurled herself
into the asana of opening
herself from strictures
of fissures
she ran amock
on the surface to rule upground
no longer stealth
but in a wealth of oxygen
and chlorophyl
finally playing her symphony
of greens and blues.
From a dream, March 2, 2024
Cover image: Photo by Andreas Solaro/AFP via Getty Images.