Why My True Node is in Pisces
the most vivid dream
I had was at age 11
water flowed over me
my dark hair streamed
like a flag behind my head
I remember the feel
of hips that propelled me
into the space between
the waves that inevitability
crashed against the shore
the joy I felt as the sun's rays
penetrated the water
to shatter like golden shards
that slipped between
my eager fingers
I swam past shipwrecks
and silent drowned cities
whose souls slept
peaceful and quiet
past schools of sharks
who knew to keep
their distance
and breached the air
in time to see the stars
ascend before my eyes
I never wanted this to end
but all journeys do
and mine ended
in the morning
beached on my bed
where I woke to a cruel day
filled with the dessicated
reality of being human
with the evaporated tracks
of salty tears on my face
Sweet Peas
You are
so whimsical
with your profundity
transcending
from maiden pink
into elderly lavender
in the space of a day.
I realize
there is nothing
more candid
than your
dessicated pale tendrils
spiraling
into themselves,
as a final prayer of thanks
for living the dream
of one stretch of life
perfectly undisturbed.
Marie C Lecrivain is an author, and curator of two literary blogs, Al-Khemia Poetica: A Women’s Arts and Writing Journal, and Dashboard Horus: A Bird’s Eye of the Universe. Her work’s been published in Gargoyle, Nonbinary Review, Orbis, and various journals. She’s currently writing her first novella.
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