“Go, return not die in war.” —Oracle of Delphi
The primeval conversation, perceived
in spirographic circles about the flesh and
breath and air above inscribes. Hints of
meaning, more about the shape of what’s
missing, or about flight than weight.
Reclined and entwined, inhalation harmonizing
over everything – fingerprints, limbs,
eyes reluctant to open… Everything.
In the rustle and wrestling, the Oracle speaks.
“Continue not drown in lonesome.”
No matter. A moment widens, wills
eternity to unfold. One tear, no more, shed
for those forsaken.
Silence, but for vowels drafted in air with hips and
the Oracle’s whisper. Divine fortune in tracks
of the taste of iron traced by the tongue in places
lips have worn thin. Read rug burns from
stubble like tea leaves, concluding “Love will prevail.”
Consider that, while trying not to spill in zero-gravity. With
knots worked out of muscles, what’s to hold together?
Kristin Kowalski Ferragut is a regular contributor to open mics, at such venues as DiVerse Gaithersburg Poetry and Words Out Loud. She participates in local poetry and prose writing workshops, in addition to reading, biking, hiking and teaching.