Open Water


The sky is calling
and I’m trying to find
wings; sail amongst
the opal clouds, spring
showering beneath and I
want nothing more than
to believe in green
and ocean and sunsets
breaking like orange
waves.

So I’m rocking; arms
wrapped ‘round my legs
like ribbon and the wind
cries, diamonds
speckled on the grass;
wrist watch singing
to the storm and I jump.

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