ring bound (sweet friend)
since you asked me, too.
it is how i can stare out at the ocean, without actually being near the ocean. it is how i can imagine the horizon wading hip-high in the deep sea.
it is how i can see the sky touch my back, the wild blue yonder hollering upon my shoulder blades.
it is where i end & you begin.
the burning of an eclipse, the phases of the moon.
the mark of the winter.
it is the seed i stuck in the ground & left behind, knowing it would sprout & grow.
it is what was left after the fire smoked us out of the house on coddington road.
what i am surprised to know exists in me, what i am surprised to know i will show others.
what terrifies me.
their finger along my spine.
the smell of the spearmint i finally unstrung & put into a jar.
it is the feet of the pocono mts., where my grandmother was raised.
a rune & a fault line & levee.
the thread of a spider’s web.
where i end & you begin.
& yes, of course, the reminder