The deer running down the highway
turn into your breath.
The hurricane that touches land.
You are part of it too.
Your skin glows white in the shadows of the sky.
If I could tell you
I am this ship at sea
the water parting around
the coral-lipped fish that flash
silent, through my heart.
Beneath the pounding waves it's quiet.
From the bottom I look up.
See how your hands hold the water.
Seaweed surrounds my face.
The clouds break away.
The rain begins again.