Bright as Mirrors Left in the Grass

Poems by Luisa A. Igloria


Cover Art by Sean Abrahams

Author Biography

Issue 5-1, eChapbook (Series Number 1)
Autumnal Equinox: 20 March 2015

Manunggul Jar

(Manunggul Cave, Palawan; late Neolithic)

Someone is loosing the rope
that tethered our boat

to the pier. Here we are, easing
forward into the fog, into the cold

that seems to have gotten colder.
We’ll pass the shuttered town,

we’ll slip into the currents
blue with the ink of unborn stars.

We’ll love them no less, no more,
even as the water swirls, changing

from jade to milk. The world we enter
then leave is round as the bowl of our

desires, and here the word for horizon
is the same as faithfulness: invisible

rudder our hands have always held,
even as now we cross our arms

across our chests, preparing
to travel farther, deeper.

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