Tagged: atlantic

in the shower this

in the shower this
morning, i am
slowly turning
the knob towards
C for the final
rinse, so that when
i close my eyes,
i have a direct tap
into the atlantic

seven paces to

seven paces to
the atlantic, it comes up
to measure me and
my intent.
eventually, the
waves will rise
to chest-level, so
cold that i will
no longer have to
say the things i
need to say
because there
will be a numbness
that simply forgets