The water is warm enough today
my ghost hates cold
her body shakes out memories
the ocean a conduit drawing her
milky eyes drive my arms into a rhythm
one hundred laps, a metaphor
for our connection that won’t sever
the freedom she never had
her thwarted life, this stride a relative density
we move together, slowly, in sync
the motion of breath, waves overlapping
another valid state, interference peaks
as always, there’s no progress
my ghost doesn’t believe in time
she draws strength from a thousand scars
a voice that urges: keep swimming.
So excellent, Magdalena!
ReplyDeleteNice one! so I urge you: keep writing!
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