First of 3 poems for Thursday January 30 2025 I redid DO YOU HEAR THEM ?Jill

[jill stockinger]

I redid this. I felt it was changed so much, it has become pretty much a "new poem" so I'm asking for comments again.

Jill

Jill Stockinger

 

 

Do You Hear Them? 

 

I want the wind to blow

through my hollow bones

polished white in the sun

 

have them laved

into the scouring sea

 

then ground in the maw

of the waves

into glittering particles

 

to feed the crabs

to dance with the drifting dead

caught in loops of change.

Perhaps something lasts.

 

The mermaids are calling me

to breast eternity.