Family Poem by Predicanda Emmons

This fire light stole us to thumbs print
And hacked me to a shaped kiss.
thought my hallowed head know just what to do
I’ll run and dive, till I am sea born.

My counterclaim will burn a drought to you
In a near death scorching of birds
And amber brew will come to union you
to the same hacked light.

Our heart beasts turn over deep in wood
Clung amphibious with felted sweat.
Oh so sweetly, I recall the abided kiss
Haystacked against us in a war throng
that rests our child in sea dust when we nod.

Oh, how I grieve like a spinning star!
Oh, how I trumpet, and pull your hand!
And dip like comet, to destroy the earth
A crumpled shape, till you turn your head.

Our wounds will sound the night asleep
belled in dry, brittle church-like noise.
And light will stream from the moon’s nest
To water print the edge of a sun’s flood,
And rock us to that shape.