New Year’s Resolution

Written for Miz Quickly’s November Prompts Day 17 (word list)

(i)
I say “I’m giving up meat”
he says “that’s a bit extreme”

and I think
of the weather
racing us to the slaughter

(ii)
and now
I’m dreaming

5:35am 
some green-washed balloon
suspends me
vacant as a windchime

Far below
is Gaia’s place
her archipelago 
stepping stones to grief

morning arches
like a grey brow 
over torn lines 

parchment waves
a thousand chalk-beach islands
and her heart
pulsing thunderous blue

I see a glimmer 
gull wings rapping 
waltz-time like crickets

then she breathes
summer
bundled in a blizzard

and the last bee
calculating strokes
to the shore