wishing for buoyancy

at the edge of the sea

where the relentless surf

pounds the earth into

submissive sand


we sit


staring out at seabirds

banking in the gusts


in the sudden whoosh

and hush thereafter


the tang of salt

that makes our eye muscles

read this.


wishing for buoyancy


wishing to lose my perspective

in the gargantuan sea


wishing to hear the thought train

of Neptune or Gaia

murmuring sweet somethings.


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