Questionings of a daughter

(for Amy King)

I saw two girls holding hands,

jasmine mit in mit,

balancing together 'gainst the

icy walks, giggling,

heads bent low

& wouldn't have

thought much of it except that at the

light, when one

turned to kiss the other, on

the mouth

( a pure Sapphic one )

and leant softly

into her, both intertwining a

moment, secure

against an icy fall--then I saw

at last

the world

could finally be safe from itself

(2014)