You Start with Lassoing the Ocean

What follows her is a fist
of cold air. You craved
the ocean & she proved
its most approximate proxy.
In the morning, you dream
of crests and configure
tides: a.m. let roll back
p.m. roll in sand. Let
the moon be exhausted –
let it contribute overtime.
Tell it to put a call in
to Saturn or Jupiter’s entourage
to form union. You’ve got
your hands full – one
girl, one cosmos, and chill
enough to rodeo the sun.

Purvi Shah
“You Start with Lassoing the Ocean” appeared in The Literary Review, Spring 2009.