For Those Who Know the Sea is Green

Some feel every earthquake

others learn to sleep through

the aftershocks

I want to feel every little tremor/

in our holy origin story

where will I choose to be born

when will we choose to wall ourselves up

anchorites, and wait

for our next incarnation

Before we know it, correlation will seem

exactly as equal as causation if viewed through

The celestial lens of creation

instead of the infernal microscope seeing only the betrayals

of deprivation/

how could we have ever

been so young, mere months ago

rising from the surf like

augered mermaids with pain in the knowing

like yarn on the loom

like thick impasto brush strokes

We are third-dimensional