Constant Sea

Tonight there were oceans in the sky

quicksilver currents I could see through

with my fish eye view of the universe.

I wanted to test my sight by counting

the lights on the shores of the Plaeides.

They had gone in that small movement

as I went to fetch a diagram of stars.

Sky became milk thick

white as full moon’s wake in the waters.

I can’t look up sisters in space

count them or count on them

for guidance for plain sailing.

They’re tricksters

and starspeak is a wave form

my senses can’t decipher.

I tune my ears to airwaves

coming off the ocean –

her mouth is always open

for crying out

for laughter.

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