October 26 2024
I am the water and I am it’s stillness.
Seafoam slipping through the cracks.
The kind that doesn’t like to remember.
No stagnancies, no ebbing beauty.
No calm after the storm— only Drench.
Fountain orchestry. Puddle depth.
Short dip. Luminescent flash.
Shone the brightest. Went out the fastest.
Settled tide.
No use to the skipper.