Two Poems

from BORN

I dreamed her a narwhal,

all tusk and blubber.

Her one tooth shattering

our ice floe from below.

Hello?               Hello?

    How loud        am I allowed

to scream               at the beauty

    of this life     destroying

    the beauty       that came before?

from BORN

My father once warned me,

all this was ocean, a body

of water breaking

the body of earth

into smaller

and smaller bones

until it’s you.

Now, nearly a father,

I press the broken

shell of my ear

to the blood nest

of you,

and wait

to see who

will wash

ashore first.