waves always feel like
a long time coming.
tide high as nirvana
breaks down at eye level,
on the feet of boulders.
clusters of bubbles popping--
one by one as joy screaming
underwater.
to let out the imperturbable
truth, remaining silent on
what was first to last.
further out, the rims of waves
destined for the same, are
darkened by schooling fish.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 12:34 PM UTC
waves always feel like
a long time coming.
tide high as nirvana
breaks down at eye level,
on the feet of boulders.
clusters of bubbles popping--
one by one as joy screaming
underwater.
to let out the imperturbable
truth, remaining silent on
what was first to last.
further out, the rims of waves
destined for the same, are
darkened by schooling fish.
