You were in a wheelbarrow that day
when the wind overturned
trees, trashcans,
and I was being born.
In the pavilion Hazel foamed
while Furies hovered above,
their hands wrung with joy.
She kept me deadlocked
like Julius Caesar
in a pool of blood.
Then you diverted
oh so smoothly
my Hazel’s wrath.
What color are her eyes?
You wondered.
Of the sea, she said, look.
You looked bay-ward and saw
the oblique horizon merge
here with sky, there with swamp,
faithful to neither.
Then looking blood-ward you saw me,
grey-eyed like Athena.
Tatiana Retivov received a B.A. in English Literature from the University of Montana and an M.A. in Slavic Languages and Literature from the University of Michigan. She has lived in Kyiv, Ukraine since 1994, where she runs an Art & Literature Salon and a small publishing press: www.kayalapublishing.com that publishes prose, poetry, and non-fiction in Ukraine.