Just Barely Above Water
i. i am itching, pregnant with incumbent summer
i feel very young
i am smelling
the beginnings of honeysuckle
the beginnings of living in lengths of light
it is the blossoming in me
of the knowledge of the need to have our stories heard.
it is the telling in me
that has frozen and flowed
and frozen again in new winter
and flows slowly now at first... rising... over its banks
drenched by heave rainfall
which is the voice of the clouds which convene over my new city.
ii. i ask simply to be judged on a meter of light.
it will come from my eyes... like sky in spring
recognized in an instant theough obscured by clouds all winter:
it was not forgotten.
like the sun i have saved myself
to come breaking through newly thawed windows
golden, uninvited, welcome.
fading... restless and volatile
from traveling all night under lids and lashes
all my dreams are the movement of light during sleep.
Words by Allegra Chabay. ©1999
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