Sky Woman
Published: April 2017
They say she left the home of God
a cataclysm of wild hair and one syllable words
They say she leapt the salt spray of rolling swells
and alighted in a mess on her pillow
They say she paid eight turtles and a conch shell
for a fist full of sand
They say she went into the dark
and told it to fly through her plaited braids
They say time slips through her hour glass figure
and accumulates on her stone tile floor