“Amphora’s Throat” by Bina Kals

The Season of Delicate HungerShe has been in the sea and it has been in her.
She has conceived in the relative peace of the bottom
with crustaceans, greenish-blue seaweed,
lived with the great power of symbiosis.

Perhaps she’s been at some ancient market
with an expectation of travel,
filled with olive oil or wine, touched by strong hands,
but the sea has hidden her in its basement.

Recently she saw the white world and inhaled air at length.

Now she grieves like an abstract symbol,
makes each empty corner more bearable.

We both war against time.
Protect ourselves from the blinding shield of the sun.

Bina Kals,

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