I had a sister, once.

a shadow of jacaranda blossoms in soggy grass.
when I look again, there is nothing purple.

  how far will you
 careen from your warm cradle?

I’m by the water, deck chairs lined up along
its edge.

Sixteenth of August: twenty times I have
paused, pondered, passed. This year is much the same.

along the way, you have forgotten that
the earth is just as vast as the heavens.

August 16: I imagine that I was born under the Perseids,
long hairs drawn from the heavens shining over my hospital nativity