Imagine fire
wavering before us
shadows
extending to the dark
before Gaelic before Sanskrit,
when meanings were
finely tuned on the human string.
Our fingers grope
for the Braille of ourselves; hands
travel the contours
of consciousness reading neck
and collarbone
breast and rib
pelvic perimeter within which
we are centered
our vessel rocking
on the amniotic sea our wanting
nothing more than the current
taking us.