Brought back again
To that day…
Bermuda,
Brittle against my bones
But cool
And yellow
And white
And solid
To hold me down.
Even then I knew I would
Come back again…
Brought back again
By that color.
That smell.
The texture
And breeze
Of that blue
October afternoon
When time went
Slow…
And strange…
And still.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
Brought back again
To that day…
Bermuda,
Brittle against my bones
But cool
And yellow
And white
And solid
To hold me down.
Even then I knew I would
Come back again…
Brought back again
By that color.
That smell.
The texture
And breeze
Of that blue
October afternoon
When time went
Slow…
And strange…
And still.