Game [On] now up at The Metaworker

Santa Barbara Morning
To My Daughters

All crowded  today
like an overgrown meadow
alive with color,

with swaying, with sand .
It makes a case for the heart
to open its fist and receive

like they  do, the dolphins,
now lifting, wheels turning
their rhythm of breath.

They send and receive
in equal measure.
Sound is their light

that beams through the water,
meets matter that’s dense,
copies it home to the brain—

revising,  moment
by moment, their place
in this soft constellation.

Judith Bowles