Water Rushes Like Memory - Danielle Boodoo-Fortuné

Notes of evening

            play upon sand,

                        scatter dried stars

                                    from treetops.

                                    There are poems

                        in me, unwritten.

            My senses hush,

words sink like stones.

Overhead, seabirds,

            taut with sound, scream

                        because they need to.

                        Wind whistles through wet rock,

            the sun shifts on a far shore.

I write this poem

            because I need to.

                        Waves crash in my bones,

            tides ebb and flow

in my throat.

            A cry, dissolved,

                        is washed away.

                                    Water rushes like memory,

                        finds its echo in my body.

            I learn to speak all over again.

On this edge of land

            I lean into the light,

                        cast my voice

                                    like a net

                                                into the sea.

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Danielle Boodoo-Fortuné (born 1986) Trinidad

Source: SX Salon