Sea Legs
Harry Naar, Luminescence--L'Avventura
If I stand
on a breakwater
of volcanic rock
quarried up and heaped
upon the sea,
nothing but the thick
salt air would keep
this body
from the surface
of the moon.
Do not bother
to wish on even
your luckiest
of stars. The moon
pulls women closer
to the water
that surrounds our bones
than any of the landlocked men
we make. Even those who dare
not live in the sea
may not care
to walk on land.