day one

day one

water understands,
the uncertainty..
So I came to her
In season,
she brings seashells
or seaweed
or seawalls
to break everything
that isn’t already broken
I gave it to the water
And she turned my palms over
Salty tears as salve
The surf beat my ankles
I, pacing…
It couldn’t make any more..
sense than it hadn’t before
and so, the night received me,
the lonely fear sailed out of view
And the darkening sky faded from pink to blue
I just sat there waiting for my pained groin to stop throbbing.
..beating all of me into submission..
Water can only be held back for just so long..
that night became day one.

– janberry © 4Apr2019. 4.23pm

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