Nommo in September
There you exist in water.
Unending sketch and erase
of waves on the sea surface.
Today, you’ll be all the words
I wanted to say: look, they’re so
pretty in that second they
surface. You almost didn’t
see them. You didn’t see them.
Sinuous, so commitment’s
a strange shape to hold and take.
I loved the water of you, the snake of
you, everything amorphous and short-lived,
as I expected nothing to last of us.
But when the waves break I still call them by name.
Copyright 2014 by Hannah Sanghee Park. Used with permission of the author.