• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 11

Avast: A Child!


a ring is nothing
unless you count promises
casual as chocolates

a shopping list
of mornings


this rich colour
like a pomegranate:
could its innumerable seeds
be calls to love?

tinier than knuckles
be still
their fibrous pounding


remember this

a child
in your belly
is like the moon:

unwittingly ridden
by the wishes
and dreams

of a needy
aching world