One Crystalline Night


Oceans tonight have crystallized
into this--a history of me.
Tides' undertow sucks photographs
into a whirlpool of who I was
A tale that began years ago
on another clouded night.
Definitions of what I will be,
including you as subsection two,
reflect off of rolling placidity.
A small girl rages on a drifting raft.
She rampages to claim what was denied her.
The past of me is self-contained,
all bandaged up in paragraphs of dynamite,
and the fire of one powdered night
was enough to light the fuse
that sparked my voice.
It floated down a tributary
leading to nowhere.
Fragmented into a million words
that all led to us
then all flowed back to the sea
that you waded into
one crystalline night.