Pisces
If I could wish myself away
I would. As the beating heart of a star
folds into herself and disappears
so am I, water lost in the sea and rushing
waves that break on the shoreline.
I always try to swallow my world
in gulps of air and headlong sprints
with palms outward. I could be part of it all
and gone too, fused with an ocean
that lets me be alive and dead all at once.
I stand instead, pink and shivering with cold
and the heaving breaths born of my body, all reminders
that I’m one and not all, I am alone in this skin
I am swallowing up myself
and not the world.
[© 2010 Sophia Nelson]
