Sky Woman

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