September Equinox
My severed hair fell from my neck
a year ago.
Change made a sound like water
stalking
silence up the beach. That was
September
when my life stalled around the spine
of your absence
a wilting stem where bone once
held.
We spent our last trip throwing
leftover
faces at a rupture of sea birds.
Norfolk —
I leaned my body against
the body
of the wind. Some future surged,
dolphin-curved
in the water, silver-black.
You pointed
at a dark mass I could
not see
this was not beach,
but burial