Is
only oceans
pulling outward with the tide.
Is
only oceans
pulling outward with the tide.
Because imagine
Imagine a world in which that was enough
Because I had enough
Elsewhere
And if that were enough
I wouldn’t need any more.
But there are as many worlds as mirrors.
Imagine a world —
a different glimmer of the disco-ball
a flicker of glass away from here, a crack
a hair’s breadth.
A moment.
Imagine a world —
Imagine a —
Lost.
The moment, lost.
Lost with its beauty, latent, potent, gone.
Laden, then lost
at sea.
As ships upon the sea.
As many words as ships upon the sea.
Sailor, spy.
A sailor’s spyglass at sea.