When My Father Took Me Fishing in the Sun

I fell out of the boat, plumb
to the river's thick welt.
I tumbled from the sky
and the Sun King sailed on.

I wandered the desert,
a lost goddess,
deity stripped of her myth
until I melted into a pool of salt.

I woke up a tear
and slipped inside a bottle.
I drifted from Egypt,
gold sand still swirling

in what could be my skin.
Without a story for the sky,
I came here, to the wind
in the manes of white horses.