The Color of Light + Time


 

 

 

Oh,

I imagine time

 

 

tasting of poppyseed and flora,

moving

 

fast,

and slow

 

 

like trails of weightless dust

disappearing

and reappearing;

 

strands of mineral light,

streaming through

the time-traveler's scope

 

 

a sea enchantment

of abyssal sound.

 

oh,

spacious dark.

 

 

We are too eager for the future.

 

Ink blots swimming

across the atlantic, 

searching for whales.

 

Ruminating,

wild in the eyes

and wilted in violet.

 

 

But I found dip-dyed courage

at the bottom of a dream.

 

Starlit black,

return again.

 

Move slow.

I want you to see me.

 

 

Sea mother;

crash over me 

and make my body new.

 

 

What is freedom for?

 

The way the body sways, 

light in her lining.

 

Pyramids of indigo,

towers of water.

 

 

Oh, I imagine time

 

smelling of walnut 

and lemonade.

 

 

What is freedom for?

 

Ancient poetry;

her waking wilderness.

 

The way ice feels 

cold

on my tongue

in August.

 

 

And what of time?

 

 

Oh, there is peace here.

 

She moves in circles,

and births me

over and over again

from her gold-glittered womb.

 



Oh, I imagine time

may  be

what freedom is for.








Images: Rachel Iliadis
Poetry: Tiffany Trivett
Dyeing: Makaila Borgerson
Styling: Kristin Zaydman

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