Child in the Road. Cindy Savett

among leaves

      the invisible

      hand cradles my mouth

      Who placates the insistent sand

      throatcurves

      drawn by the seas

      colored glass

      Who shadows the undertow

      I have fallen from my land

      my host the throttled clouds

      beading above my lips

      my tongue spills

      salt from the breath

      of each day

      my voice hollows

      the promise and my recovery

      silent white

      crowds my mind

      whitesilent

      day

      be servitude

      the daily insistent the knitted brow

      be the remedy ignorant in dark gray

      be a song through empty bones

      Queen of Mercy

      wall that names the dead

      coil reins at your feet

      malcontent at the blade

      broken lock or the key that takes shadow

      blood drapes the driven light

      from your knotted

      wrist