she is the sea

never leaving never wavering never coming any closer
from this distance she is as perfect as a siren singing my favorite song
the water is warm her eyes hidden her features intoxicating
it is the promise of her and the wet embrace of the waves
in with the breath out with the exhale in out in out in
nothing makes sense here on the shore alone in waiting
the sky was blue now pale and looming
it is my departure my choice my loss
my retreat into the mountains of upstate new york
to get the taste out of my soul
i purge all excess motion
wait
breathe

i no longer hear her voice or smell the salt on the wind
pine trees whistle and moan a bit each afternoon
i am not alone here
i am also not found
here
beneath the beautiful skies and afternoon showers
and hope
is
the
answer

7-22-24

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