Sunset without sight
My senses change as the planet turns
away from light. I close my eyes.
The space between my ears goes numb.
My wrist bones disengage, reach out
to fingers fanned like a sea bird’s wing.
A rhythm dances in my forehead.
Every breath lifts fox-fur ribs to sternum,
shoulders stretch through glass.
I’m inches taller, further from the earth.
Released from mind, my body is not mine.
I’m a gamelan for the setting sun.
Kathy Gee’s first collection – Book of Bones – was published by V. Press in 2016. http://vpresspoetry.blogspot.