Poem

The Cliffs of More

The ocean wind
unleashes a torrent of tears
from my eyes
that fall beyond the edge
of the cliff
and are caught up in the currents
of the air,
up into the currents of the sky
where the clouds
possess them for their own

and many days
from now as thunder and lightning
clouds collect,
you will run outside to spin and dance
beneath darkened
skies and catch my September tears
with your tongue.