Lacquered Nails


Last of the nail polish,

end of summer, beginning of fall.

Signs of life

sign of time 

lacquer on the nails.

A measure. A measure of passing time.

The body reveals its pace;

the colour marks its movement


My baby dropped into the water

The length of summer unmeasured

The length of yearning unending

The blow of loss

The body retracts – moving on – passing


I apprehend the fragility

I perceive the animal that I am


I grieve the primordial cries of a womans’ loss


I sink into the soil

May that I grow again,

May that I nurture, love and empower,

May that I measure the unmeasurable