Naomi Helena Quiñonez




Lip Service

The pale-lipped sand
lays sideways
on the shore’s grainy 
bottom
beneath
a soft white beam
of moon’s light

A sudden utterance
of divine
pays Lip service
to the stars
and mundane bits 
transform into
a glamour of glitterous
terrain

At that moment
something coughs,
loose grains 
take flight
into the windy night

Some travel to distant places
and wind up as dust
on mountaintops

Some take refuge in
cramped places
until they become
pearls