sea gall

we have lost the language

of the broken

and been left only with poetry

that breaks

to give us back the words

one line

by

one line

by

one line

till with images of us dangling

life lines in fluffy yellow slippers

we’re lost again

*

choose being spirit

don’t wait for soul

*

we drink not to drown

but to float without feelings

*

it is understandable

if you don’t understand

some days i don’t myself

i am multitudes

bits of you too

like a bird who has picked the garbage from the sea

expecting fish

finding only sushi containers

though it can’t read

or understand the difference

still,

flight