i would have died, had i not been named

A Poem by blueviolin

i am dusk
my belly is full of
shadows and silhouettes
that tremble when i laugh

come sit with me
near the mountain never climbed
there we can speak of truth

follow the sun's example
pour everything that burns
into the deep cut of the horizon
place your knees upon rocks that jab
pay attention to silence -
it will soon be broken beyond repair

i would have died, had i not been named
but my name is a mystery
it is the plaything of whispers
it sits on my tongue before i swallow
and fine-tunes the rhythm of my breathing

the rivers are calling out to me
in hushed and excited voices
they speak of what the oceans tell
of children that hide under the skirts of the Pacific
names even the waves have heard of by hearsay

and i am interested in hidden things
for i am not morning in the east
or the place where one reads

i am dusk
until my name rises like the sun
over the landscape of my tongue
and brings light to the words
that flower in darkness