October 16, 2019

• in deep

  

   

  the moon swam like a silver seal
  toward the opposite shore
  of an anonymous morning. i felt it
  as a miracle.  it didn't last long.

  the sun commandeered the international waters
  of the sky.  somewhere beneath all this
  pomp and circumstance i've lost
  the spirit of combat,  as though

  my life has become a road gone to weeds
  or water or fog.  in deep 
  is what i have always been
  for this long haul across
  an ocean that is so often a shallow,

  unspectacular metaphor.
  but i have thought this phrase over and over
  like a mantra i use to locate myself:
  woman in the mirror
  woman in the mirror

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