Kit Kelen - Series with Jack Picone's photographs - #4 - four

four

the day makes silhouettes

as we see

washed up in a chemical tide

attending

intent

on some kind of way

these four on a beach

to where?

from where?

distance takes the shape of pain

we're not up close, we couldn't say

but look at them, limber and lean

washed up

fallen to shadow

young

as if to run

as if to throw

as if to stand and stare

the body is investigation

of its own

and every potential

sea salts the truth

here are tide lines

moon-drawn

here's the world divided

we're not close up

you won't see where things go

each shell crusting different

and each washes off

lines of tide are what-washed?

here's a shutter's worth

washed up

washed away

four on a beach

how far?