But I am clicking keys and looking for ways to spruce up your apartment
there’s a half done pile of laundry by my feet - i never get them sorted out on the same day. i am vaguely thinking of walking the dogs, or taking sunset photographs, but not packing, everything is the same here, to me.
Savor that peculiar silence that
comes with ducking your head below the cut of water
smooth, like approaching waves.
The tide rises up and the roar of the ocean disappears
Think of it as a monster coating the world, all blue,
all thing, an eye raised balefully at the moon gazing back with its cooked fish eye and dead dry seas
This is a wave, she says as she pushes you down
This is a wave, she says and she opens her mouth
Swim the same way, hoping somehow to become bigger than whales, steady like tides
Sail ships above the water, cutting through to prepare for war, swim like you’ll ground yourself against the sharp tooth of the reef
beat against rocks with futile fists
Swim past the buoys and the boats, where the water shows off oil spills like gills, the shoreline a smudge of ink
This is the wave, she says. Open your mouth