I’ll see you, Again
the clean silver lining rushes down and
splashes into the depths of the Earthly water
what it once contained has slipped away.
mother’s purity enters, and tickles my innards with cold
sprinkles of water,
folding in and out
over the rocks and under the rocks
the wind breezes through the chilly night air
blessings, enfolded in my breast, clinging to the dark stone,
awash with waves, cold and burning,
the object of my contemplation –
the object of my obsession, of
where a question comes to mind:
a longing to be held,
as the innards get tickled
by sprinkles of water
pure and harsh, tender and stern,
that lash my rocking soul with cords of love.
Goodbye, my love. I’ll see you, again.
by Zak Esterson and Celine Berghmans
