#bathers
when did i leave the ocean last night.
i was thinking.
engrossed in my on thought flowing with the tide in my head.
i thought i left the sea, at 1:03 am.
i was there all evening. chatting with the waves.
gliding through the barrel, the greenroom.
with my feet on the deck of the surfboard.
covered in wax.
when did i leave the ocean.
i didn't
i'm still here.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC
I don't think she'll hear you.
- I'll give it a try.
I don't think she's listening.
- I'll try it again.
Son,
I don't think she's worried
about the high tide
and I don't think she cares
about the late time.
She'll return when she's ready,
let her drift while she can.
Just give mum this moment
of peace on the Seine.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC