For Vincent and Aria

Fingers exploring the quiet— dance
poured into air from the depths—
trailed water

tracing around us, the pulling trance
of light into eyes like the pools that brought her
here, still

remembering warm expanse
poured into air
from the depths. Trailed water

settles to pool with the weightless
glance
she swims in, through nets of the air that caught her,

traced into light
Fingers exploring the quiet— dance
poured into air from the depths—

the pulling trance
tangles her hands in the threads that sought her
out to us, sung

by their patterned chance
Fingers exploring the quiet— dance
poured into air from the depths—