folding in on itself
The smallest edges caress you
only to bashfully recede
I see children try to catch waves like lost clouds
but really waves are nets meant to catch children
make them children lost to a great tide
I wonder about the bones dancing together under waves
human, animal, mollusk… all meeting the same fate
We are all children lost to a great tide
Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think of this poem down in the comments. It’s an odd one, but my mind is odd at the moment.
-Till next time!