Naturally Curly Hair

As if moved by some force
she has sucked me completely into a world
of webs and twists, of buried treasure and astral planes
and paths and patterns, a world of connections
and intersections, of reason and hope.
She speaks of ghosts
as if they are her comrades, braced for combat
in a tiring, endless war that we carry in shells, she says
on our backs like sea turtles. She tells me our lives
are just that long, fast stretch of blue sand
to the ocean, the wellspring, the reason we crawled here
and that our feet weren't made
for sand. She says life's simple

and then erupts with laughter
until the room is covered in ash,
Pompeii-plastered, forever.

Reviews

[Yari Garcia (Older Prof..]

I've put this in my library, both in the reading list and a favorite, because there's something I love about it, but I can't quite put my finger on it. This is the sort of poem I want to read over and over again until I understand it 100%.
Very awesome.

[Emily B]

i need to come back to this, read it again another time

going to spend some quality time with your words real soon

[KeelyJane]

This has imagery for days. I had visions of summer. Not sure if thats intended or if I just manifested those visions through your references. Nicely done.

[p.kuhl]

Summer is definitely present =)