Cyane

Her arms
outstretched to block
Persephone's abduction;
her own depths
struck open, ridden through
by Hades;
her body
unable to heal
from that double rape, double grief;
her flesh
once fulfilled in love,
dissolving, dissolving;
her self
losing form, losing
substance, losing voice:
a floating mirror
for the sky's
contemplative blue;
a brimming calm
resisting the wind's
mercurial caress;
a crucible of images —
cloud, winged seed:
now she is, simply,
memory,
a transparency of thought,
the feeling of sunlight.