Collision at the Caspian Sea

Peace is in me now; peace is in me.
It’s been howling in the woods,
far above the city,
for a dangerous number of years.
Waiting for the midnight-pacers to hear its call
from city lines
and seascape places.

I heard it,
in the thunder rolling hills-
Remembering
a long time ago
smoke swept you in its haze.
I searched to find a piece of your spirit-
did it still remain?
Smoke stung me-

made me cry.
An image burnt in the glimmer of your eye?

No time for your lies here.
I will shut them out.
With cement walls, built tall and miles long-
cobblestone upon cobblestone
I cut the clay
cobblestone upon cobblestone
I spread the cold grey
piece upon piece
between university classes
piece upon piece
Strong.
piece upon piece
between midnight dance classes
piece upon piece
Solidly grounded.
piece upon piece
between doctor appointments
piece upon piece
and long hazel-voiced calls
Each piece, a fortress for my pretty pink heart.

Meticulously,
now,
serene winds and sing-song tides
disintegrate
these walls and scars-
leaving my heart of havoc
a haven of forgiveness.
 

Peace is in me.
And also, in you.

Auntie

Unearthing the buried facts, from over a year, creates such a stench that your incense cannot clear-

Unable to find the most precious piece of the pain:
her assured smile, cast in red, leaving lipstick imprints on the side of my face.
I'd glow with pride while my little fingers searched hurriedly for mirrors to see her bright mark
of
Approval.

You really should know that her laughter rolled like the waves of the deep blue sea and she would rock me in her arms while she sang songs of the Old Far-East,

rocking me,
her voice gliding on ocean beds,
rocking me,
her sweet sound waves,
rocking me,
back to the centre
of
Me.