To my Muse, Out in the Waves

by Laurie Koensgen

Summon me from this sand.
The shell of my wit
is listing.

The flat of my addled hand
is busy
smashing castles.

The light in my sun-struck eyes
is gashing the sky
with violet.

Summon into your quiet
my mind, drive, sight.

— from Juniper Volume 2, Issue 2