by Brooks
From pelvis to
lifted neck,
a graceful curve.
No limbs or skull.
Ribs arch and meet,
their ends enclosing
a small sweet space.
Each vertebrae extends
into short wings like
some earth bound bird.
The pelvis, long and narrow
with gaping holes, reminds
me of a Shaman's mask,
left in the sand.
©2005 Brooks
Brooks arrived on the last ferry to Lopez Island September 11, 2001. Recently she made another cross-country move, this time to North Carolina. She writes, makes art, does ocean stuff, teaches classes and workshops. She also walks on beaches and among tall trees, collects bones and rocks, and laughs a lot.
All work by Brooks
