November 21, 2020


the ocean is above
falling slowly to the earth
you are miles away
drifting on without me

i walk the narrows
balance lightly in the shallow
autumn that remains
damp, the forest floor

if we allow
the deconstruction of us
it is clear
the reconstruction is trust

pain is part of our process
and patience

i will wait

ask the world to please cover her eyes
plead for just one short moment
until the ocean is back below
and the light rises high
expand the horizon
reverse the drift
blur the edge
a restart

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