All afternoon we lay together
without apology as the flock
grazes blue fields shepherded
by the sun. You can't corral
them, no matter how long you call --
wind scatters them like orphans
of plague or war, striates them
like stretch marks or unremembered scars.
We learn flesh will tell you everything,
if you let it.
is to harness
to drop anchor
in the eye of a hurricane;
to map tidepools
while sharks circle your plastic raft.
Sixteen Words for Love
I say yes,
is our map.
Irene Latham is a poet and novelist from Birmingham, Alabama. She has
served as poetry editor for Birmingham Arts Journal since 2003, and her
third volume of poetry The Sky Between Us is forthcoming from Blue
Rooster Press in 2014. Visit her at irenelatham.com.