Winter 2005



Janine Pommy-Vega

I lower my bones in you
Adriatic Sea
through the porthole
lapping on my ceiling
all night long

I surrender my joints and knuckles
the watery lining of my lungs
the passageways of breath
and brain wave
rock me

Mother of the apron pocket
crook of the arm
susurrous lullaby O
rock me in your cradle
all night long

Adriatic crossing, Split to Italy, October 20/21, 2003
Janine Pommy-Vega

In the waning days of red October
you make the shadow of my house
a turreted castle
a walled medieval city
I am propelled to the eastern window
to see what you're up to

Upside down over rising mist
your smaller than usual size,
a yellow half-penny
nailed to the sky,
your intentional remoteness -- you're
up to something, moon.

I'm watching.

Willow, NY, October 2002


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