Word Sensed

Word Sensed

It was that day's

and year's instant, subject to

angle's gradient, in the look

parallel to the spill – let the sun
flutter about his mettle, manly
making us females

of ourselves, the question
obeys, warms, slides

It was that day's
instant when everything would be born -
eyelid, light, word

sensed, nearby
the ground, which at that angle
would be low - pebble, dust - tide.

© 2015, José Eduardo Coelho