Spring
By Cammy Thomas
He said to his wife:
Where can we find our girl
with green eyes and dark hair?
He said to his wife:
Take me, take me
to that last desert hill —
and let’s find
a snake and a scorpion
for our girl
to wear in a gold headdress,
to twist on her olive arms
a flash of yellow and red.
He said to his wife:
When can we bring her back
from the spring
of frozen water
where fish shatter like ice
in the cold sun,
holy fish whose molecules slide
in the wind god’s arms
over the world?
He said to his wife:
We’ve breathed in
their feathery fins,
can feel them inside us,
starting their long trip back
underground.
Copyright © 2020 by Cammy Thomas.