mirada

levitating--like spires    
in her mind, a  
hurricane,    
slow like salted snails,    
    
unable to disengage,    
like god itself    
came and snatched her far away,    
   
a remarkably full empty gaze,    
deep like unmapped cosmos,    
   
she rides these massive currents...  
   
   
 
...ever tumbling through    
a quiet, violent tide,    
always    
right before    
a pirouette in grace -    
   
comes her moonlit valor.