Stardust or the Edge of Light

I am becoming an actress in the drama of weather
warm fronts pour into my body, wrapping the curves of my spine

I am becoming an invisible ocean
sun’s halo seeps through my veins, echoes the weight of my heart

I am becoming violet fire
updrafts burn beneath my flesh, cover me in a blanket of ash

I am becoming candle droplets trapped in winter’s bloom
hungry saliva stills me, like fur holds in memory

I am becoming a wind vane in Marvell’s garden
my arrowhead tail spins, tilts in the western winds

I am becoming slow pulsing poetry
a symphony of morphemes dance on my tongue, performing a song for Mother Nature.