Waterfalls

 Until the very end

of every summer

it is easier to remember

or even to pretend.

Pretend that I have a body

where I could always belong -

that never once faked it was strong

to try to spare me.

Much less spare me the pain

of being a wild, warm forest

constantly put to the test

of the bold, wandering kiss

from a storm of steady rain

never afraid of my abyss.

08/04/2021