My maker came swimming
through a dark and narrow stream
flowered banks hugging her
like a child’s fingers pinch petals
to feel their softness
My maker dyed the water
how birth feels
waking into violet
tipping into pink
her colors are immersed
but never drowned
she crowns where it is still
and hears the world
while the galaxy drops through her fontanelle.
Unbound, her blood bleeds
into tributaries, floods the rivers,
penetrates the oceans
she becomes the water’s obsession
everywhere within but nowhere to be found.
She is the elixir in which dolphins curl
and spatter echolalia
and punch out waves with a bottled nose.
All this chaos my maker
moves
and goes nowhere
cellular regeneration
exploding in place
admiring the hidden Moon
she teaches me to see.