Moonstone Earring Triangle
Dah Helmer
To the wide sky of the south
above winter’s rip,
fiberglass clouds
hardened with ice
Chimney smoke,
lighter than December gray.
Moonstone Beach,
waves peeling like wallpaper
Assuring myself
it’s not thundering,
I look for lightning,
only to hear the sea’s tuba
I see sunrise setting fire
to foggy scenes,
wet sand sucks my feet.
A lone earring, buried
under the breakers
A woman, yogi, forms Triangle.
Covered in mist, she blends
human with ocean with shells.
Straight up, her left arm
gathers moisture
The woman moves into Mountain
fingers plugged into light
Sky floats in hands, her eyes,
fixed with solar beams, remembering