Sadiqa de Meijer: YES

Sadiqa de Meijer

I said. The wind
lifted the word and blew it
through the birches into smaller yeses
that dispersed.

Hitched bicycle ride, my hands
on your waist, soles skimming the road
in the bends.

What we wore will be one of those tellings
that even a latent, erasing disease
never steals. In tune like a robin and robin, a doorbell
and creak of the stairs.

Say love is the ship coming in.
Say the grave eyes of the birch trees
watched us go. How long

had we stood on the pier? Gulls squalled.
We’d outgrown what we packed.

Read my interview with Sadiqa de Meijer here