about: warm water

become a wave that knocks me off my feet and carries me into warm water. through cities, across hundreds of roads — motion without direction.

I am ready. I am calm.

a fall into silence, sleep beneath the even breathing of the surf. the pain of future separations remains: water does not wash it away, it only conceals it.

and let people, returning home, talk about how fast time runs. here, there is no time. only the light rising above the horizon promising nothing.

a wave knocks me down and carries me into warm water. through cities, across hundreds of roads — without names, without hands, without reason.

Take me I am ready. I am calm.