Rigged lines pull taunt, coax a perfunctory billow of sail

Once received, never to perish

Wind perhaps or my own breath?

Maybe both

The sea rises again and again, pushes, pulls, leaving me here, taking me there, now everywhere; horizon mocks, tells stories, calls me names, gulls laugh, cry, I too, in tears, spittle and sweat; colors go dry, blue to grey, white to haze, fog rolls, erases everything.

Here am I

*****

A precipice rises from flat sea, overwhelms a steeped desire

Tears puddle, waves embrace

Sand conjures itself to receive

Companionship consoles

Muscles punch salt, white, wet; an awkward pursuit, palms pull

Wood splinters, hands caked

Firm ground within reach

Almost, Almost

*****

The sea rises again and again, pushes, pulls, leaving me here, taking me there, now everywhere; horizon mocks, tells stories, calls me names, gulls laugh, cry, I too, in tears, spittle and sweat; colors go dry, blue to grey, white to haze, fog rolls, erases everything.

Here am I

Drifting again, tall firs stab holes into the sky

Siren sea hums, driftwood table sits

Bone, shell and stone my companions

Here an island

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