" The Sand Spirits of Sotovento "
The ocean is suggested;
thin shimmer-ribbon of horizon
at the furthest edge of endless
pearlescent sand flats.
Only fools stray here;
boundaries dissolve, points
of reference lost in the fronds
and voile of the sand spirits.
Calf deep in crystalline clouds
I do not mourn the loss of feet,
anchors to an earth I grow
weary of walking.
I knew that you would become
un caballo del mar; streamers
of mane through open fingers,
sirrus of breath at my neck.
© 2005 Vienna (Carole Barley)
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