what can fly but cannot float?
there are years
and half a day
between
these sights
these sites
these heights
these i still hold
somewhere
between
the blades of my shoulders.
i remember how it felt (just barely),
the ground beneath my body
parallel with a world
too far away to see
just close enough to touch.
at the depth we’re at now
it won’t be long before you realise
you’ve forgotten how to take a breath
how to stare into the sun
how to taste sweet nothings.
did you really come all this way
just to prick your index finger
on that line you call a horizon?
did you really dive in so deep
that your mother could no longer hold you?
seabird
born with feathers that would drown you
the second you touch the water.
(a matter of unluckiness, maybe)
but you seem to survive just fine.
a frigate without a place to dock
always on watch, never on time.