#todayspoem

Skin of Dreams (for Helen) by Kate Siklosi

in the lost edges of waking a sink runs in the next room the spine of sleep bends into soft corals, a tide of lichen&10;buried in squares of light dawn unfurls its gills shedding hours as birches losing a forest that wasn't there&10;unfathoming a neon moon the colour of forgetting water safely unmoving we as frozen forms, marvelous&10;the rivers are worth saving, you said and so we did, sip after sip