I am nowhere tiny twitching suns
fill
the air
I am tired the waves keep
pulling
one day I know I will stop
treading water
maybe
I’ll push up a dandelion
a wish will be made
b r e a thing
the sun into a
moon
and I’ll have done something right
at last
wet eyes;
the colour and saltiness of the sea
who buried me
one day
I might float
through the air
and someone will breathe me in
and never know
what once
was
real