29: Choices

We left early, in the day. Was dark as night.

No one could see; under my skin,

the yolk.

The water in me swishing side to side, footfalls,

my small sea. I ate nothing;

and swallowed pink in the horizon.

Lay me upside

down and the sky

is sand.

I walk

on blue

strokes, brushed

clouds rise through the surface, cresting

sackcloth strikes my face or

sand beneath my feet drags like weed

in shallow water; I am treading. The shore

is a distance for a fisher

in a baptism.

I will

be here well passed the

spread of my lungs; the journey will burst my ears; I will stay

to inhale every cloud, walk the length of my skin,

release blue heat through my nostrils, dry my eyes like raisins

and see what my blood will spell

on this rare earth.

Rays cast me every direction;

There is no best way, only a broad path.

The sun is like a hammer hits a nail. I believe

the tide owns this whole ancient wonder.