March 3rd
At sunset, the sky was salmon on fire.
I sat in pebbled sand
and watched cedars rise and fall
in sections of time.
My basalt backbone curved
and skin split. Lungs became gills.
Saltwater left imprints on every cell,
marking this ocean as home.
At sunset, the sky was salmon on fire.
I sat in pebbled sand
and watched cedars rise and fall
in sections of time.
My basalt backbone curved
and skin split. Lungs became gills.
Saltwater left imprints on every cell,
marking this ocean as home.