I walk along the beach at Okinawa at midnight.
The same wind blows
That blew in that night from Saturn,
And in one silver sweep,
It touched me.
The chills began at the back of my ankle,
Ran all the way up the back of my leg,
Over my right shoulder,
Over my left breast,
And around my belly, spiraling inward, until it came to the depth of my navel.

Tonight the salty spray reacts
With whatever the unseen finger used for ink,
And I can see, in the blacklight
From the moon's dark side,
Musical notes, treble clefts, and bass,
Quavers in semi and demi and hemi.
I smile
As the wind comes across me again
To play them
Through my hollow places.

-jenn