Becky Dennison Sakellariou
The Governing Vessel
The gray green fields of my arteries heave
like the earth behind the plow, soil
before the seedlings, the roar of the very first
universe suspended in my throat.
Like dim islands under the sea, a red kite
climbing into far blue, naked geckos
stunned on a stone wall, we are the field.
The skin across our eyelids knew this