Far away, I see a man
Standing tall on rocks of sand.
Careful not to move or breathe.
Fearful of what may break beneath.

He sees me, too,
Wading in a pool of blue.
Here I have stood for years,
Now tired from all of my fears.

The water whispers my name,
Saying I am not to blame.
She offers me rest.
And lulls me to take one last breath.

But the man warns me to keep my head above,
Warning me of the devil’s dove.
If I die, so will he; even now, we totter
Scared, I may drown in three feet of water.

On Rarotonga, in the Cooks,
an oasis guarded by coral reefs—  
adrift in the vast blue ocean.  
Open, unyielding, yet few  
can approach.  
Only those who know the way.  

At Manawatāwhi,
Demoiselles and Māomao
—names painted on fish—  
dart as bottlenose dolphins leap.  

Even the strong succumbs to storms.
The mourning mother  
will never see her son again.
He lies on the shallow white sand,  
now nature’s artifact.  

And the sorrow of loss
lingers only  
in those who echoed.

It’s Funny, I see you looking, from all the way over there
And I wonder
What are you thinking
And why do I care
But then you lean in
And I listen
Then you pull back
So I watch you
You’ve piqued my curiosity
I think I’ve piqued yours
I watch you watch me
And I wonder
What are you thinking

lonely in the sea of people
overwhelmed while being alone
craving you to like me
while praying that you don't

didn't know the colors
seeing in black and white
all the flaws seemed see through
despite hours sacrified to hide

naked between the sheets
pillows soaking the tears
and all this because
mirror was my worst enemy

hold her tight
never let her fall
for she may be the one
who will hold you tight
when you are falling and drifting apart