even at night.

constancy - a quality i do not (yet) possess

rolls

black-sea waves (on) my conscious.

sun-bleached sand discovers my dancing

toes and barricades itself

against

my calves.

constancy

soaks my skirt,

promising

blush-pink sunrises (and)

forget-me-not sunsets.

salt, like old age,

colors sun-streaked locks white.

where is the key?

Jesus walks (on) water

while I am knee-deep in sand,

indigo waters sputtering out my nose.

constancy splashes

moon-smudged

salt-water in

my eyes.

(i am) not a

“cow let out to pasture”, just a

salt-encrusted half-drowned girl

learning to let

constancy, her black-sea waves,

lift my feet and carry me to

the inevitable coral beach towel.

full title: the sky is blue even at night.