splashes
yesterday invisible ice cubes
freshened the calm side-
like a dehydrated seahorse
i swam, awkwardly, and semi-
alone, my best friend
keeping watch from the shallows
today my daughter burns
her hand with grease,
runs it under the cold tap,
rebuffs my maternal concern,
with the same blistering left hand
early this morning i watered her
vegetable garden
the newly planted azalea and pines
she will be all right
at about her age
this same kitchen began leaving scars-
and the same waters
healing them
the green atlantic waves and waves
waves and waves and waves
"come you two,
one last time...
quench the ouch of change."
-ateto mort,
yesterday invisible ice cubes
freshened the calm side-
like a dehydrated seahorse
i swam, awkwardly, and semi-
alone, my best friend
keeping watch from the shallows
today my daughter burns
her hand with grease,
runs it under the cold tap,
rebuffs my maternal concern,
with the same blistering left hand
early this morning i watered her
vegetable garden
the newly planted azalea and pines
she will be all right
at about her age
this same kitchen began leaving scars-
and the same waters
healing them
the green atlantic waves and waves
waves and waves and waves
"come you two,
one last time...
quench the ouch of change."
-ateto mort,
6/10/2008
