Zora Bath

Her mythology sings
to a lifeless world
a symphony of the sea
from her rock-tiled balcony

Leaving traces of sunlight
through candles of narcissus
her hands flower morning glories
and nasturtiums
over the concrete environment
where birds slide
along the shadowy arms
of telephone wires lost in fog
where twilight filters through
like sand that rises under white-hooded waves
she trembles with curiosity
and unshed tears

A halo of salt reflects the
veils of mist
in her watery hair
as she rises
in a clear voice
from the chalice of the Pacific
awakening the ears of a silent planet