i will wade out till my waist is
steeped in wild grass;
i will hold the moon between my lips
jump and pierce through the dead air
to rush against the night
asleep in the contours of my body.
shall enter those silvery lunar hands
and their bright liquid language;
will i in my emotions unravel the clot
undo knots in the chest.
i will rise again y e s t e r d a y
with between the toes flowers
in my fluttering dress