"The earth was formed, but in the womb as yet. Of waters..."
—John Milton, Paradise Lost

the song. In ferment—
filament, flesh.
A million currents, bored
with the slowness
of liquid. Her mouth,

Chelsea Cefalu lives in Easton, PA with her husband and children. Her poems have appeared in Flutter Poetry Journal, Poppy Road Review, and Decades. She enjoys teaching poetry to elementary school children on Monday evenings.