We descend into the cool deep dark, so far down until
all is black for a moment.
Singapore Mermaids
The Singapore Girl, a national symbol of beauty and grace. What if we juxtapose her with our native wildlife?
King of the islands!
The nights I have waited
to swim in your skin,
to dive into your palace
in your room at the foot of the sky.
The waves curl like a cat’s hunched back,
the charcoaled sky running its fingers over her fur.
The gentlest turtles in the world
wear their shells in Hawaii.
The world is their water.
For the Persian mountains,
there is no language.
Only light.
She is that wandering dog
sniffing the scent of past lives,
reading years between years