Our brows have gone too long without their reefs. Why are there crowns for queens but not for you? The horns of sculpted Moses part the sea; a passageway believed and crossed by few. Do humpback whales still pirouette out there? The sea denies it parted in the past- -thy forehead’s only felt rogue strands of hair that dampen in the shallows where we splash. Thou, on the beach, the missing royal link; no resident to any beach-front house. Why walk the beach and wonder when to swim? our hallway in the sea conceals itself. But in the shallows, foreheads bead with drops. Ah, what those shining drops remind me of
Our brows have gone too long without their reefs.
Why are there crowns for queens but not for you?
The horns of sculpted Moses part the sea;
a passageway believed and crossed by few.
Do humpback whales still pirouette out there?
The sea denies it parted in the past-
-thy forehead’s only felt rogue strands of hair
that dampen in the shallows where we splash.
Thou, on the beach, the missing royal link;
no resident to any beach-front house.
Why walk the beach and wonder when to swim?
our hallway in the sea conceals itself.
But in the shallows, foreheads bead with drops.
Ah, what those shining drops remind me of