Knotted Up

a nickel mist
             parting
                    for the symbol offered
     by ghosts –

an arrow twisted
             in a Celtic knot
                     bobbing on the sea  

water split
              at my breast
                     and the cool glide
                                of time
feathers my cheek

  Around
         Toward
              Away

my ankles in his eddies
           my syllables on your shore