Connie Post: Prime Meridian

Step upon the earth
as if it is melting
 
fold the continents
as if the borders
were already singed
at the edges
 
hold a container
and let all of the oceans run
inside of it
drink the salt 
until it is all that’s left of us
 
succumb to the talons
of the last orphaned eagle
let it pull you up by your shirt collar
and sail you across
the life you were supposed to have
 
look down
and watch the glaciers fall
the oceans rise
the inlets of every river 
drown inside themselves
 
listen for 
the sound of your own voice
falling backwards
 
listen for the sound
of the ocean turning itself under
 
as if the earth were a womb
and you the child
passing through

Copyright 2020 Connie Post. First published in 2 Bridges Review. Included in Vox Populi by permission of the author.

This poem is from Prime Meridian by Connie Post, published in 2020 by Glass Lyre Press.