Liz Kirby
Celebrations


Second anniversary.
Your birthday.  A flower.

Moonlight cleaved to the sea
a vast bowl of silver.

Remarkable source
of great streams of ice.

A moon gave again
over the white roof timbers.

Grey and green, the unicorn strayed
her single horn out of sight.

The sky floated over air
a great water lily.

Oh you alone passed through
the extreme trance of the night!