Throw the walls down
Punch, stamp, tear at them
Open the space up wide
Wide, wide as the
Moonlit sky above.Lose yourself in the space
In your head, your heart
Your home, your world.
Like in a film, let the camera
Pan upwards and out,
Leaving you, a speck of flesh
Alone in the dust.But free.
A shower in Venice
Wash away years of dust,
Gallons of Seawater
Plastered to your skin:
Only the dark grime
Under your nails is proof
It’s there.
The water runs, and with it
Memories of the day
The gentle lull of the boat
Fingers outstretched
Bridging the gaps in generations
Languages mixed to match.
In remembrance
I close my eyes
Against the sun,
The sting of the soap.
Slowly the waves of water
Win over the other waves
The waves of heat
Breaking against
The shiny sides of a
“Bateau de Plaisance”
Like a shirt of freshest silk
I don the silvery flush of water
Washing away
Thousands of years of crumbling dust
And gallons of seawater
That we try do drown
With a light mist of
Water from home.
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