Poetry/Prose

Atticus

The matter–what’s … the matter?

Can’t you see?

 

The light

Holds a candle

Deep

Deep

Where bottom-feeding

Fish gaze down

But cannot see

 

Even in the waves

I will escape

Tie a weight to my ankle

And wave to anyone

See you later

 

What you think is light

Happiness

A smile

A declaration

 

What you think

Is true

Is truly

Truly

Only ever

An act

 

A surfer

Depending on waves

Designed to end

And begin

And end

 

The sunshine

A light

Designed to set

And rise

And set

 

But down here

Way down here

There is a light

That holds a candle

Deep

Deep

Where bottom-feeding

Fish gaze down

But cannot see

 

And that dot

Shrinking swiftly

As you rest on that board

Soak in the day

Push away its inevitableĀ end

Is me

 

 

 

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