Poetry – Capricorn Rising

Remembering

Where do I know you from?

Holding each other in a tent on a rainy morning
This is something we’ve done before
I followed you here to remember that

I want my love to seep into their pores like a salve
To circulate in their bloodstream
And stretch down into their warm bones

I am writing this at 12:17pm on February 26, 2014, 7 days after my clavicle reconstruction surgery. I am 19 years old. I am writing this to myself.

Primordial as the sea’s tide,
Seasonal as the butterfly,
All living things must chart through time,
Their paths to food and peace of mind.