I saw you tonight, just after sunset, plucking small scales from
sand, the Pacific rolled back as far as vast, timeless- your slate cleaned by
expanse, even the crabs withdrew in yearning, your tears glistened grey
breaching a swell, a strait, the dunes of your cheeks, hope and fog swirling
cumulus above hurt. These are the vistas you will forget by
morning, as you place each scale like a sequin on the bare skin of your
shoulders, filling in blanks, erasing vulnerable, to become or shed, a counterbalance mended in
dreamtime, where only the fish know, pelagic ones drinking down your tears each
night, swimming into bays, spits, coves, to shed more scales to help you
cover, mend, soothe that pale membrane, the cool damp of your exposed
back, where raven’s wings have stopped just shy of whole, full,
metamorphosis fettered, that stasis where truth
shivers itself warm.
Tara Linda c. 2014
Source: Nicolas of MyAntarctica
Stasis: A state of stability in which all forces are equal and opposing, therefore they cancel out each other.
:a state or period of stability during which little or no evolutionary change in a lineage occurs.