Lindi-Ann Hewitt-Coleman

so long we have waited
for this sun to rise
over hip bone hills
and spinal valleys,
unzipping our skin
so we may taste this light
as it drifts
new leaf green and spidersilk
amongst the noise
of a waking world.

the geese are carving up the sky
into mine and yours and ours
this love – they say
in their wild breath voices
is bigger than trees
bigger than rivers or lakes
or rock faces red in early light.
we need the sky
they say
we need horizon to forest edge horizon
on sun etched morning wings
to speak a love as big as this.

watching the whelks
and their sand indent trail
and mine, toe round
sand duning behind the heel
under the arch.
watching my shadow
stretch ahead
reaching for tomorrow
on dark jangle limbs with creature hands
and all the while the waves break
on the edge the world
rush to taste my toes
turn my feet to silvery fin.

a long sun’s walk passes
before i lift my eyes
from small musings
cast them way beyond
flood water breakers
beyond the horizon
where i breathe antartica
and the bigness of blue
and beyond again
until the salt
on my tongue
tastes eternity.

listen
it is love
that the night birds call
through the deep treed valley
through the forest
through my core
tonight
the stars bloom fragrant
in a sea grass sky
i listen for love
in the night birds call.

it seems
my eyes have cleared
since the rain
that washed two nights away
breeching the sand bank
at the river mouth
gifting dark waters
to the waiting sea.

i have hung my heart
from the tree in the forest
waiting for your return.
may the rain be gentle
and the wind blow soft
and then, when its time
let my heart open
petal by joyous petal
to the urgent singing
of the birds.

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