UMLÄUT 2020 - THE PANDEMIC ISSUE
SHELTER
Zai Deriu
Sit under my rock-ledge
as shivering glass slides down.
Tuck chin, to knees to chest,
slide clear wings to shoulder blades,
curl toes to dirt.
Hair sticks against my misty face
curves with my neck
as I look to the dry rock above.
It will be morning soon,
when rain will make a path for sun,
and she will make her rounds.
Collect the puddled water,
warm my chilled skin.