By Hallie Hough

we grew in our minds
gods who,
with fair hair
and burning crowns,
bit humanity’s sense of

now, in efforts to reclaim,
my father and i are
covered by dragonflies
threading thick through
black trees, and led by heavy sunlight
to the vigorously churning seaside.

dusted with fine gold,
i strap dark leather
across muscles
singing with

on the horizon,

streaked by the heavy wave
of clouds, the sun cradles daytime
in her long veils.

i care for nothing at all but
the endless sky and
the mounting of great
hurricanes in my soul

and i

with grinning maw,
return now to
the freedom

of sunlight

as clamouring seas
and delirious skies
consume me.