Audacious
How dare I speak
for Sappho?
How dare I say I
know the intention
in her line?
I say I know a door
when I see one.
I know cattle on a hill
and a cup of wine.
I know how an afternoon
is made then tips
into evening.
I know a gesture carries
fire across time
and I know she
meant to speak to me.
How do you know what
Jesus meant except
feeling the words
pierce your heart,
align with your breath?
The Isolates Aswirl With Life
she is water all
around me
rocking against
my thighs
there’s a little fumble
in the float
until our hands
touch
the gods don’t really
mind except to note
with praise
how close
to divinity she is
and how I worship her
with such care
all poems: Copyright Eloise Klein Healy 2007
