In the instant of the time change,
I hid myself within the hour that was lost.
I waited quietly, growing one hair out of my head for each as yet unfulfilled desire;
When I emerged,
My lacks were thick and abundant, a beautiful kudzu, and I a Medusa.
I held my hand out, palm up,
Like the earth waiting for rain.
I dared the sky to strike me, and sent up the negative charge of my restlessness
To lure down the positive charge of promised satisfaction.
"You get around," I said to the storm, and danced with the wind in my silver shoes
Like a winning race horse.
Just give me the roses, I'll give you the empty places where I have just been, and a whole Sahara of the powder blush I bury myself in,
A dusty and bedeviled Moon Rabbit
Enchanted with Chang-O and all of the time she trails so carelessly behind her.
Medusas get lonely too, you know,
We get tired of scraping our soft lips on our stony lovers' faces.
This odd and artificial gap may be the only chance I'll get
To slip out of time,
To take a leap at something that might catch me,
To speak your name and then finally forget it,
To follow the beckoning life-beat of a heart that might
Actually love me back.