in the water meadow

Someone took my body from me sometime last october

When the water meadow first lived up to its name

They lay me in the parody puddles

Floated me cordless off like a doomed toy boat

I hope they put faded flowers in my faded hair

And closed my tired eyes -

In february I walk the circuit

Searching for my self beneath the aching, writhing shadows

And the crocuses that arch their heads

Gulping frantic purple breaths

And the daffodils that learn to dance off beat

To the buffeting baneful broken breeze -

Someone took my body from me sometime last october

I hope that it is waterlogged and bursting with life

Snowdrops creeping out my eyes

Hair flirting with the sunken tendrils of grass and daisy heads

Skin learning the patterns of the water

Face angled towards the grey winter sky -

Sometime soon

When the water meadow is drunken up

Gulped into memory by the rivers and the trees

I think I’ll find my body

Dancing with the bees

She’ll be learning how to walk again

Down by the creek

Playing hopscotch in the shadows

Sitting in a tree

Her skin will be moss green, snowdrops in her eyes

Her feet will have sprouted roots

And she’ll be staring at the blue spring

sky.