courting a tsunami

there's a space between my brows
where the wrinkles started
and my eyes meet
when i formulate a thought
and get into poetic space/speak
I furrow like farmers
till and I remember my only impressive
ability is (skill?)
skipping stones
until I see I've made ripples too
and courted a tsunami
been stoning myself
and the salty/guilty spray
is man-made

Laurel Graham