I read to him and tell him to be the sea
he says he is always moving and he knows where he is going and it is clear—
I ask him what kind of ocean he is;
in the middle of the ocean or on the shore —
he says he is going to the shore,
he doesn’t need to think of what he is because he knows where he is going —
he always knows where he is going;
and for the moment I returned to being human again,
I yearned to be the one who rode his wave—
then I took an exhale and my flesh fell into waves