There's a rock
In the ocean
Which I envy,
It's like a tombstone.
A rock that's not always covered
By the Pacific ocean,
It plays with the motion
Of the waves,
Holding its breath
When the water comes,
Like a child going through a tunnel.
Life grows on the rock,
Kelp that help
Holding to the smallest cracks,
Like a bumblebee
Trapped in a web
Heating up in the sun.

Isn’t it weird
to be unable to see the rain
at one angle
but able to see the thousands of streams of it
at another?

Isn’t it weird
to see your name on a book
at one angle
but then not see it
at another?

Isn’t it weird
to love someone wholeheartedly
at one angle
but stop loving them
at another?

Isn’t it weird
to imagine looking at the most perfect angel ever created
at one angle
yet see the devil and his sharpened spear
at another?

oh look
the rain stopped

a flicker
of recognition

a glance
into a sea of faces

a pair of eyes
that were once familiar

but the feeling is
different

the emotion is
heavy

i look away