back

lean in to the waves

the sea will hold you, weightless

you were built for this

it's friday again

the sun is shining, as such

all small problems fade

wait! i'm not ready

please just a few more minutes

then i'll go, i swear

fatigue rips through me

like a wave making landfall

or a farewell kiss

public construction

in turn embarrassing and

educational

psychiatrist, go!

tell me how to live well, or

judge me, but you first

to carve out some time

juddering chisel catches

a minute hand, still

vivid colour seeps

through cracked venetian blinds, to

reminds you what's lost

one wonders out loud

if maybe some purity

would be a rare strength

how special to break

collective new ground, buoyed by

good will of strangers