march 2009

child,

now i lift my arms,
rise on tiptoe
open my mouth,
and sounds so low

as to go unheard
will tumble forth;
such music as will belie my worth

to humankind.
just one step more–
cold sand whispers of the shore

‘pon which i now stand,
and take my breath:
one foot forward
right, then left,

till all at once,
over my head
the blanket of the sea is spread

so now i lay me down to sleep
and all my secrets mine to keep,

evermore.