Kitty Jospé
— to Dana Levin
Go where you can see the rocks
kissing,
where an enormous boulder
(its granite
worn down
by the sea)
nestles on top of
another enormous boulder
and over there, this 12-foot rock face
widens into an enormous laugh!
Imagine one rock singing a lullaby,
that croons and soothes
with an age-old tune
I too, have felt the sea
smoothing my edges
Go now, imagine
you have just opened
your arms
so wide, so high
to show
how
it feels when
the bigness
is so overpowering
you need a rock to remind you,
shattering is also part
of being rock.
II
It is dawn—
and the wind is whispering
as if wearing slippers as it walks in the waves.
Make time to imagine
a crimson line preparing
arrival
of the sun
how the light paints the sky
into stained-glass windows
shines the wet sand,
in a shimmer of gold
and you?
You hold winged weight
in the offering cup of your palms,
now lifting.
