Monday, November 16, 2015

Wading

Wading in the tide,
readying my body
I watched the foam laced water rise
edging the blue horizon
higher and higher above my head,


The weight of the ocean collapsing over me
forcing its salty memory into my mouth, my stomach
I taste it deeply
the salt liquefying me from within,
returning this body to water


I dig my feet into the grainy floor
and wait again


for the next epiphany 


that may suck me down into the tide
until the sun is a shadow, and my last breath is gone 
to show me the sky from another side


Did I pass the test
this body floats
I rise to see what comes next
as it curls  itself into a watery fist


Maybe this time.

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