SEPTEMBER 10 2016 ❋ Rhiannon Collett

the lake stretched out
yawned and turned over
ochre / still, then –

holy, holy

the elk floated in
lily-pads & duck weed hung thick
their fur like unknown forests

the first elk bit my fingers
so i opened
[ i fear pain ]
then another and another
i opened, i opened
they stepped upon me
holy
they went upstairs
holy
they said their prayers
holy,
they slept

the final elk broke through the waters
bluelit, damp & steaming
[ still ]
i opened and felt
the click of completion
the glorious moment
when you cannot see the wrong