Chi – Standing Five Elements Fiery magma slinking beneath thin Plates erupting, forming this ancient isle erupting, forming islands to the west where the sun yet erupts in that fissure between day & dusk & we scoop the waters from the sea, its tide rising, spraying high over black lava boulders over black iguanas crawling back to depths… & let it flow over our calming spirits Rough sand pebbled with small shells, fragments of white coral, deep purple sea urchin spines crunching beneath our bare feet sinking into this earth, hands rising like fair maidens working a shuttle, weaving the day to a close Upright like a strong tree, scalesia, opuntia or candelaria—of mangrove rooting into marshen shores— peering through the branches of our fingers, twisting trunks in the breeze that is coming with this evening Our hands push olivine, basalt, plagioclase, metal flakes shimmering & scoop their energy, bringing it forward again, peridotite, pyroxene, metal flakes shimmering in the fire of this sunset & that magma beneath thin Plates
Lorraine Caputo (Previously published in Peacock Journal)
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