First time in the sea, our toes curling upinsecure like snails. Then more courageous
we wade in deeper.
Soon you give up- you can't swim,
later when you have kids, you might
take lessons- you turn back.
I keep floating, drifting
like 'woman on moon'. Over the waves
lather falls in emptiness, everything quiet, tight.
A splash shatters like glass.
When I turn around I see doubt in your folds,
you shake off a fear of droplets,
and I see you think: 'how do I save her
when she drifts so far away from me?
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