The Poem

Alien Contours

Alien Contours


The terrible beginning of love

For a woman, who, unthinking

Assumes, like water, the

Shape 0 f the vessel and dreams

Those alien contours are hers

Abdicating her' right

To changes form, to seep into

Earth, mingle with the air

Rain' down as rain or

Rise and fall, the exquisite glissade of

a wave

The terrible end of love

For a woman, forced to stillness

Choked in tangled weeds

Stagnant, fetid

Waiting for the vessel to crack

To pour out in a gush

To be free ••••••••