Glossa

(in response to M. Eminescu)

Remember
how you starfished your way
across the pool of infinity bay
how you and paradise made eye contact
beyond the winding slide’s colorful digestive tract
how the clouds were milky pterodactyls in the sky
how you met the ocean’s eye
how you spun in circles on your back like a toy
your youth your most precious alloy

Remember the Atlantic,
its currents cream, its waves ink
Remember the Pacific,
its gulf turquoise, its sands pink

And remember, remember,
remember this -
like the waters, their ebullitions,
for all their durable afterglow,
all things come and all things go