wama

01.10.06

three pods float and bob at the shore’s edge. I run across them, stepping stones. I run back and forth, turning quickly every few steps like sprinting stopping starting drills for futbol. The shadow of a tree encourages me towards the strong steady trunk and away to open sunny field. I’m running fast and steady, back and forth, and floating on the surface, hovering, though I am ready so ready to sink slowly down down down into the cloudy, muddy sea rising to meet me.

sea level horizons two heads higher than me. and even the tipping of the shore cannot right me and set me lingering, sitting legs dangling at the line where sky and water meet.

posted by la kara @ 07:21