The Rebellious Dwell in a Dry Land
Stride to the shore of the sine wavy sea. Survey
the aquatic expanse. Its all wet. Hah! Swivel.
Its behind you now, water lapping, slapping.
Stretch wide your sinewy arms, brown, yellow,
red, white. Youre a god, indigenous. Crouch.
Steel thighs ease you to the sand. Foam sizzles
cobalt, cresting. Fling the cape of cold fear off
your shoulders. Forsake the ocean voyage dragged
from its sandy bed. Dont look back at soiled sheets.
All the millennia youve gathered whistling dunes,
echoing rooms, pursuers, accusers, golden wings to
lift you to dawn will sneer, I dont love you any
more and laugh. When you couldnt sleep, wept
like walls, spilled ashes on your breast, the night
Pop died, friends betrayed, times thoughts rattled
now the strewn debris of your life. Footprints lead
this way; that. Follow. Flotsam and a weathered
hull in your wake, high ground ennobles your life.