linguist

Bereavement Boardwalk

poem

In, two-three-four

If I hadn’t seen the oncoming wave,

Hold, two-three-four

If I had just faced away.. closed my eyes..

Out, two-three-four

maybe the cool breeze against my cheeks,

Hold, two-three-four

or the salty wind stirred up by its breadth,

In, two-three-four

or the shade cast by its great shadow

Hold, two-three-four

would’ve lulled me into the peace I crave

Out, two-three-four

so I could’ve finally rested. But I do see it,

Hold, two-three-four

and see clearly the fool I’d been for hoping

In, two-three-four

I’d find relief in the inevitable.

Hold, two-three-four

If I had just faced away.. closed my eyes..

Out, two-three-four

maybe I could’ve fallen into the rest you

In, two-three-four

can’t get while you’re clenching your jaw

Hold, two-three-four

or bracing for impact til your bones ache.

Storming

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Vibrant green and dull grey

Brings me back to when

I felt more alive

Sometimes I “wake up”

And remember how it felt to really imagine

And really play

I miss who I was back then

But you don’t see time slipping away

It just goes, and one day you’re sitting

On a leather couch

In the office, and

Suddenly remembering that it’s all past..

One day you “wake up”,

And all it took was watching out the window

The vibrant green and dull grey, and

The smell of rain.