turtle moonfor Anne Merchant
when we met you were heavy with life,
graceful and divine with purpose,
making me feel like an empty shell
tumbled by the rising tide.
i wanted to feel every line of your
broken back, burn them into my soul,
thread myself to you.
witnessing the relentless shudders
of motherhood woke me; i am swollen
now, with secrets written down
to the sea, with your every step
like my dying breath.