Dear Amelia,
Come drink with me, still
your roving heart for a moment,
and share a cup
of flowering jasmine tea. Watch it's feathery
petals unfurl and the water
pearl to brown, and then speak to me of horizons
blurred in mist,
of how a sky so blue
can be confused with the ocean below
shaping
an uncertainty of up,
a doubt of down.
I like to think
that when you took your last
known flight
across translucent curve of the Atlantic,
you simply folded up the world
like a thoroughly creased
map,
folded and refolded,
smaller and smaller,
until it was just
a square
of paper mountains
and oceans,
small enough to slip it
into the breast pocket of your leather jacket,
small enough
to simply slip off it's edge
into other realms
entirely.
Perhaps, swallowed
by wide open,
you simply charted a litany of new skies,
thus orchestrating
your own mystery
(thus planting a lust for limitless in little girl's dreams).
Perhaps the ocean's ultramarine orb
rolls beneath you still,
spotted with the winded white caps of tiny waves
and a pilgrimage of lost gulls
following
close behind.
Written for Day 10 (new list) of the 30 Day Letter Challenge, to someone you wish you could meet.
your roving heart for a moment,
and share a cup
of flowering jasmine tea. Watch it's feathery
petals unfurl and the water
pearl to brown, and then speak to me of horizons
blurred in mist,
of how a sky so blue
can be confused with the ocean below
shaping
an uncertainty of up,
a doubt of down.
I like to think
that when you took your last
known flight
across translucent curve of the Atlantic,
you simply folded up the world
like a thoroughly creased
map,
folded and refolded,
smaller and smaller,
until it was just
a square
of paper mountains
and oceans,
small enough to slip it
into the breast pocket of your leather jacket,
small enough
to simply slip off it's edge
into other realms
entirely.
Perhaps, swallowed
by wide open,
you simply charted a litany of new skies,
thus orchestrating
your own mystery
(thus planting a lust for limitless in little girl's dreams).
Perhaps the ocean's ultramarine orb
rolls beneath you still,
spotted with the winded white caps of tiny waves
and a pilgrimage of lost gulls
following
close behind.
Written for Day 10 (new list) of the 30 Day Letter Challenge, to someone you wish you could meet.