Once, you had gills
and lived in the water
of my body. While I
planned for you, put
sugar in a dish to attract
all that’s sweet, sang
along with Billie Holiday
so you’d know sway.
But you were already
poetry, the meter
of my heart in harmony
with yours, their iambic
fits and the pentameter
of my gait, my sleeping
breath. Oh, to keep
you there, steady
beat of life and coming
to know the power
of opening your eyes.
Each day now I soothe
your skin with peony
cream where it grows
coarser by the day,
I shield the summer
sun from your eyes
and blow your tender
head where it’s become
wet from the heat, I teach
you to keep yourself
buoyant on the waves
so one day you can find
and thrive in the sea again.
Copyright © 2023 Emily Schulten. Originally appeared in Kenyon Review (Summer, 2023). Reprinted by permission of the author.