Each time I look outside
The world has changed…
The snow that blows across the lake,
A silent aquamarine in ice
Reflects hues of violet in the sky as
Marbled clouds form moving
Statues, grey and white,
Reorganize the light, scatter
Through the wordless air
Wings of milkweed still around,
Settling once again to ground.
My eyes change each time I look,
Within the binding of my blood,
Dark organs of my body form
Fists of sin that anchor past again.
Again, again the flood, the flush
Of warmth, of grace
Dissolves away all salt,
Gathered crystals on the skin,
Seasoning, rinsing, free.