Humanity Wets Its Toes

Night assures her that
promises were kept between
mind and soul

Morning evaporates the
dew of the dream from the
seeker’s brow

Erasing
enchantments

But this is not
cruelty
It is the shaping of
new worlds that must begin in
partial blindness

Fall into the well that
birthed you
The waters your wish-thoughts
expelled for a womb

No swimmer here a
stranger; no gate-crashing
mermaids

But countless loves drowned,
submerged or breaking
surface with
gasps

And tickling fish bring
stray senses back to
a finite world between the
toes

More amphibious women
and men

More volunteer deep-sea
divers

Roads down to the
water’s edge begin
here