I dangle my legs above the water whilst
The waves lap gently under the jetty
Into some shallow faux abyss

If I just curled my fingers over the edge and dared to peek beneath
My nostrils would filled with the smell of damp wood
And my ears the sound of gentle lapping water knocking against solid planks

If I could peak into my life with the same hesitant expectation
Would the wood just rot and fall
Would the waves have nothing to lap against
Until drifting gave way into night

I wish that we could entwine our limbs into some vine like knot
Ever twisting and growing and furling
And tightening with each pull

Through our mouths and ears would bloom the flowers
Heads thrown back crying out
Yet pensive air ghostly still

Until breaths would yawn for nurturing water
And limbs slowly unfold to peace
And hope remains leaving bodies that have everything yet to will