I think you met me
in a tray of beads
in a mountaintop castle
under the ocean.
The sealarks were singing
and you sang harmonies,
sorting the beads
“Jasper, Bonecoral, Pearls (that were his eyes), Ocean
Jasper, Chalcedony, Jo!”
You held me up to the sealight
and slung me into a brass cup of blues,
(lapis lazuli, spiral glass, sodalite, azure, winedark)
then later strung me on a necklace
called “Writers of the Ocean Palace”
and sold me to a dolphin.
I would like to keep reading your posts.
(For Elise Matthessen) 26th October 2011