MELT



I realized


one day


I could

melt


and bend

with

time


I could

change

silently

in

a thousand

years

or

instantaneously.


A sizzling red

can become

a soft white


Rolling waves

and curly winds

can be solid

while wild storms

and

hot caresses

can

whisper

what once

they were

or are

now


Offering

my skin

a drink

of

the night

to come

and the

coolness

of the morning too


I too

hold

a history

a

future light

a place

in

wild now



©Lucy Hamel