I want to turn over
I want to be a mystery
I want the freedom of uncertainty
I want your curiosity
How many creatures can, transfiguration?
Land air and water, sun/son into daughter
I long to be weightless, held in the quiet, thunder of her singing
I feel safe in the circle, drawn of the spiral, sound liquid ringing
Of the womb, made in water, webbed to the threshold, we don't begin breathing
I long to be weightless, held in the quiet, thunder of her singing
Immortal medusa
Chrysalis creatures
Pulling sugar to flow blood through winter
While the groundwater rises in splinters
Nymph to the winged
Coos become singing
Cetacean, this same air your lungs full
Carried down into deeps of immeasurable
I move between two worlds, shape shift as I unfurl, I turn round the spiral
Never the same girl, I answer pleasure call, knowing fin but not feathers
Is floating not flying? Suspended and wanting, I sing their remembering
I lean into and change her, I turn to my danger, no way 'round the future