waverly

It's not so long yet -
a bit more than fifty, sixty pages
three parts.
A trinity motif.
Religious undercurrents and scientific anxiety
Dreams, dreams, dreams.
Sandy air, stitched cushions, shortbread,
wispy-haired girls and ridgepole stories.

Eliza walks into the house,
sandy-footed tangle-haired
wanting something
she does not understand &
Her sister May is outside sweeping
the porch, for the sand
has blown
so far
this year

She spends a lot of time these days
looking at the pictures on the walls
and the sunlight on the sea -
She remembers a day,
remembers it in lemonyellow thought
although truth be told the light that day
was more like marigolds

Her heart beats a riot
She is home & so far from home
And she thinks of a place that she saw once
in a waking dream-
perched sandy-footed on the doorstep,
My whole heart longs for that place