it's me.
Your same old girl
who fell out of the sky--
slipped up from the sea.
These days,
there's not as much of me left.
I'm light as a breeze,
the way I used to be--
but with more things before--
not as many next.
I love you, sugar,
like a black-faced ewe loves
milkweed and sunflowers.
I'm always at sixes and sevens,
eternally wool-gathering,
eternally wandering watersides and bowers.
Here's an old path we could take,
or here's another--
which one d'you like?
When I was a girl, a lot of times, I'd be a bird,
but there are sea-songs, too--
and I try, at night, to work out the ones
floating like lilies in my dreams, half submerged, half heard.
Take my hand, sweetheart,
and if anybody's watching us,
then let them be jealous.
There is a shore road,
and also a way through the fields where the warblers are.
Either way,
you and me, babe, we're Heaven-bound--
though I couldn't say by what direction,
or tell you, honey, how far.
_____
for KJ.
image: Alicja Bachleda from the movie "Ondine".