First Sijo


First Sijo

Out on glassy surface from down below,

Bubbles are forming

The underside of clouds scattering shadows

On the ocean floor

Black stones rolling with the rhythm of your current

Under my skin

Your muffled sunlit sound is my own heart

Washing ashore alone

Wide searching eyes blinking back salt

Are awake with the sea

Pushing, reaching upwards with a gasp of breath

I breathe in.

 

Karen Espaniola April 2, 2012

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