Out of water


Miles of ocean 

to inches of water.  

Relative. To each their own.  

to reach their own.  


Plan for the long swim, 

just to walk circles.   

but there’s a temporary sanity

in comfort.  


Every body of unknown 

Parts this body I’ve known 

I’d like to know more.  


So much sea, 

which can be seen  

But I’d want more.  


Beyond this communal standard 

that fish swim.  

I’d like to walk on that sand

even if for a second  

even if it kills me.  

My fins won’t rot in vein.  

They’ve been out of their element.  


on and on, on borrowed time  

what will you bring to your grave