Sailing
- Sailing
Saúl’s new sure-footed eyes stand beached amazed on a woman’s shore. In her fingers
he is sweet fumes rising from his navel flesh she stokes with hands brought up on guanábanas, mameys
Madreamor. Who else could have raised a boy from sugar cane?
A girl’s song seeps through the dusk outside, as springs hum under a boat the two sailors launch with rhythms as even as hymns.
Olivia Ruiz
Olivia Ruiz lives and works on the northern and southern borders of Mexico in Baja, California, and Chiapas. Her poems and short stories appear or will appear in Zyzyvva, Anthropology and Humanism, Puerto del Sol, and Blue Mesa Review.
