Fall
I have been drunk since
summer, sure you would
come to sift the waves
until they flaked like
diamonds over our flanks.
I have not moved.
even when wild
horses, with snouts like pigs
came to violate me,
i squatted in
my baptism.
O hear the sea
galloping like stallions
toward spring.
- Sonia Sanchez, Under a Soprano Sky
