“Dilemma”
By day the trees outside my window crowd together like schoolgirls;
the hush and beating of tender green leaves makes the sunlight
prick its way into the pride of innocence.
But by darkfall, the branches creek and rub like a mighty ship on a
moon-sprayed night. Words of longing scale the rigging like an
anxious crew of restless seafarers.
The lost tide carries at its breast a message in a bottle.
What a fantastic creature am I
to choose the deck of a vessel thus contrived
as my dominion.
For the wind pleases me,
and the sound of the trees soothes me and
the stars conspire with all that teems of heaven and earth
to negotiate my seduction.