Saturday, May 2, 2009

Cool Water Woman

A storm is coming across the island.

It brings a dark rainbow made entirely of gray.

The wind is wet, but doesn't chill me.

It makes the blinds rattle, chatter like frightened teeth.

The windchime protests in discordant notes.

I brush Cool Water Woman on my skin;

Watch the white caps upon the harbor.

Night is coming fast.

You've been looking for me all your life.

Now, I'm looking for you, too.