Mar 2020
The sea is dark
A deep dark
Black
And it’s surface white of reflections of what is left of the light.
The sky looks like a Neverland picture in my head
The dark clouds above the ocean line fuse into an orange which blends into the tiniest yellow and then lime before grasping the lightest and most humbling turquoise. Then suddenly, the ocean in the sky, the blue. This blue which stretches and climbs higher than my eyes will take me.
On this dark ocean there are sprinkles of light, sharp and beautiful light.
I wonder how long it would take for me to swim there.
This ocean in front of me now screams wonder. I don’t know where the sea meets at the other end. To my left, the ocean meets my mountain. One I have looked at my whole life, one I have neglected and then loved again. And then neglected again.
I’m drawn to this ocean on my right. I want to know where it will take me.
..
There are no stars in this sky. The smallest and tiniest claw of a moon is hanging where the lime meets the turquoise in the sky. Two o’clock from him, the one and only star in my gaze. It’s 20.45, Friday the 27th of December 2019; this is what the sky looked like tonight.
A deep dark
Black
And it’s surface white of reflections of what is left of the light.
The sky looks like a Neverland picture in my head
The dark clouds above the ocean line fuse into an orange which blends into the tiniest yellow and then lime before grasping the lightest and most humbling turquoise. Then suddenly, the ocean in the sky, the blue. This blue which stretches and climbs higher than my eyes will take me.
On this dark ocean there are sprinkles of light, sharp and beautiful light.
I wonder how long it would take for me to swim there.
This ocean in front of me now screams wonder. I don’t know where the sea meets at the other end. To my left, the ocean meets my mountain. One I have looked at my whole life, one I have neglected and then loved again. And then neglected again.
I’m drawn to this ocean on my right. I want to know where it will take me.
..
There are no stars in this sky. The smallest and tiniest claw of a moon is hanging where the lime meets the turquoise in the sky. Two o’clock from him, the one and only star in my gaze. It’s 20.45, Friday the 27th of December 2019; this is what the sky looked like tonight.
