Glass Poetry Press

Volume One Issue One

Celeste Snowber

water litany

It was the colors
that drew her
bent her body
towards the earth
a prayer of contraction
to the sea where
tiny opalescent gems
gleamed through
mud and pebbles, twigs
and shaded green
weeds of sea

a rhythm of reaching and picking
          gathering and releasing
          placing and holding
          in pockets — tiny shiny
          jewels of the sea
          formed and tossled
          by the dance
          of wind and ocean

this one gesture
          of extension:
arms and shoulders
hips leaning

close to earth
a litany to water,
hands marked by
sand and salt
seaglass and moist mud