Notes From a Summer, pt. I

These days,

I’ve been learning the shape of

My solitude, it’s bleached and simmering

Horizons, rutted back roads with a wheel

Stuck in the squelch that someone

Gave up on. These days, I’ve been

Tracing the lines of the face 

Of my silence 

With eyes closed, 

With the curiosity of

A first love, a child, an artist.

These days…

The waves I send crashing upon

Your shore don’t know if they’re supposed to

Slap you or lick you clean

Because these waves,

They are learning to disappear.