Red Reckoning
Did the red save me
Or will it be my drowning?
Like an echo of touch,
It is responsible for my being—
But I don’t know if it
Will be my undoing.
What made it red?
The clay from which we
Are all formed?
Or is the clay
A byproduct
Of your saturating
Personality?
Ouroboros,
Infinity,
Sisyphean task—
Always up,
Always again,
Always.
If all waters are
The same waters,
Why do some taste
So much sweeter,
Embrace with more
Tenderness,
More beauty?
Life from the silt,
Love from the wet,
Crust, dry and hard,
Saving the future.
Making me wait.
In the summer drought
And the spring rain,
The fiery pulse
Of our world
Destroys and builds
Simultaneously.
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