Wednesday, August 3, 2022

On the waves.

 The poetry you lose seems wasted

Because you failed to externalize.

For hours maybe even days you continue to feel that

Lost opportunity, as if reaching off an empty pier

To pull aside the fog— a chance to see

And let them see you. But when you pull it back

Not even the miss you missed is there.

You are wanted,

But you want the miss. 

So, with the curtain in your hand you ignore the future

As your guts shake the bottom of the sea to life.