Black Water Suite
by Lenora Rain-Lee Good
    after Federico García Lorca, The Water Suite–Homeland, Tremor, Acacia, Curve, Beehive

River

Black water
moves swiftly
between banks.

Black water
reflects–a
rippled mirror.

Trees, homes,
grasses, cars
on macadam roads.

Down the river
three pelicans sail.
Gulls wheel and scream
overhead.

The river lives.

Memory

Memory
holds dark,
barely a thread
of light,
a drowning chair.

The flat field
quiet, a reflecting pond,
rushes & frogs
seen twice.

Seeds

Who severed
the moon's tether?

If I plant the stars
will a new moon grow?

I dip stars from the pond
pour them over earth.

Love

I caress your
sleeping brow
with a crow feather.

I leave it
on your pillow,
a promise of my return.

I shall return
be it days, or
millennia. I

will find you,
fly to you through
heavens, over black water,

hold you in my arms
until our hearts are
one.

Forever

Our lives are
tied by love.
A love through
the ages–held
by embraces, by kisses,
by words.

It is a life-giving
prison–sharing
our love–reached
only through
the swimming moon.


 

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