"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 'cept 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