Ice pierces through the surface of the water like glass does skin,
Bleeding rivers into motion
As blue blood dances amongst glaciers
On a crisp Montreal afternoon.
Her eyes warm me.
She points out geese,
A flock, soaring above the horizon of today’s sapphire sky,
Letting the wind guide their flight.
I call them lost,
She calls them free,
And they way she sees the world
Sets off a fire that
Sends goosebumps soaring all over me.
Love.
A thing I once called being lost
I now call being free,
And I remember how she said the glaciers
Glowed like diamonds.
God,
I can’t imagine the beauty she must see in me.
Mellowdramma is a Haitian-Canadian slam poet based in Montreal. She believes that art is a medicine that allows people to connect with their emotions, others, and the parts of ourselves that rarely see the light.
Featured image by Gary Bendig on Unsplash.
