By Hallie Hough
we grew in our minds
gods who,
with fair hair
and burning crowns,
bit humanity’s sense of
freedom.
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.
skin
dusted with fine gold,
i strap dark leather
across muscles
singing with
anticipation.
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
eternal
as clamouring seas
and delirious skies
consume me.