Site icon A Hundred Falling Veils

I left the ocean


 
but the ocean followed me
to the mountains, bringing
its vastness to the day. 
Sometimes it takes me a whole hour 
to swim to the other side of a minute. 
When I arrive, somehow dry, 
at my desk in my chair,
there is salt on my skin, currents 
in my breath, scent of brine
still tangled in my hair. 
 

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