Shorn, treaded red

after “Satellites 27” by Etel Adnan

ochre starts
commence       catalyst and evensong enters
a flame lit arched and yearn
gleam, twofold

weary but not from this life
in time flame begets pools of
shorn Decembers
limber months evade us
            the flood

catalyst and a hem
treaded red, quaked

slide gleam and slide trifold
            mirroring the fresh lake whirring
mirroring the whirring shorn wave

11 nocturnes
            you fibonacci
you catacomb

Copyright © 2022 by Asiya Wadud. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on August 22, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.