FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

for you to see my wind
i will let some birds of mine fly
from my hair

i too shall learn from you
and learn with pain from the bones of your fish
that you have left to my throat

i shall learn what love is
by the bleeding of its blood
but it does not matter
i know what wounds are
and how i have healed them
for all those years

i tried to hold on to anchors
of my boats
and stay to the ports of my
solitude

but for how long, my feet are
asking?