a fragment of driftwood

Beach_Wood

This is not a poem about

boys with glittered chestnut eyes that peter out like morning stars

or hopes;

not a poem about

crowds holding hands filing past neon blares and me

wondering why they no longer terrify

my throat as they once did;

not a poem about

Violence, Sex, Love, Fear, War, Justice, Odd Numbers

or anything of any real significance

but rather simply

a poem

about

the silent roar of lazuli seas,

rushing kissing ankles, thrushing back away

after hours of standing in the tide,

your soles stay rooted even when your body leaves

to heavy once again upon cement

every cell in your skin can still hear the ocean

singing,

chafing, swinging

louder in the

absence:

the eye of the storm

looks at you.

Thomas_Benjamin_Kennington_Fishbowl

Image credits in order of appearance:

“Log on Mairangi Bay Beach. Mairangi Bay is a suburb of North Shore City, New Zealand.” By Peter Harrison – originally posted to Flickr as Beach Wood, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5778248

Thomas Benjamin Kennington [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

 

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