Poetry

Crevice

Pinned on the geological table
at the edge where pellucid water
scatters and churns
infant fingers of rock,
timorous walled corklets
retreat into navels
some green, some bleeding.

In-between folds of coralline skin
swept by sand rushes,
you hide your new found strength
subtle grip as you wait for Andromeda,
discard cowry shells
here and there, ashore,
shriveled algae coats pebble toes,
limpet nails,
buried in the sand
among the detritus
of your once full womb.

Veronica Fibisan