she frames her lips
to give them context
always opening the window to pray.
~
she looks at the world through fingers (hers),
framing summer sound: woodpecker, lake echo,
she prefers watching sound to listening,
her fingers round her eyes, ears blinking open.
~
there is a line only two of them know about,
the line in the lake where the sand rises
up to meet their dives,
a line that reminds them of the sand castles their mom guarded back on land,
and reminded them of the shore they had left only minutes before.
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she loves the complete disorientation of lake
where arms are no different from legs,
hands from feet,
sound from silence.
she loves the lake,
where all reference points – line and light
are lost,
a world, halfway between surface and sand
clocked by the pull of lungs.
Tagged: Contemporary, Performance, ON , Toronto
