Poetry Daily: Today's Poem Inclination


Time to summon those
metal fasteners. Time to watch the moon-eggs
roll and fix themselves.
Can't you tell I've been celibate for � what's it been? �
washes and leaves of days,
except for the occasional sharpness
with a pelican friend.
In horizontal mist I tell him
show off your slips and stays.
Like once
she loved that bull, all its wiry hair.
Time to weave
the diving fins a silver stitch
pull shore up
then shallow over shimmer leap and pour
I'm pulled into petals and I'm surprised
I welcome it so.



Molly Bendall
Ariadne's Island