Phew.

Ⅰ. Two-toned

nautical blue

to what end,

are you near?

to what extent,

are you here?

With winds

that blew steady,

love—

that risked heavy

and impatience,

at the ready,

I’m safe,

I’m home.

Can that be enough?

Need I not escape?

Two-toned, salted bemoans

Dare I ask

What must be overthrown?

Phew.

An exhaling,

thoughts…derailing

somehow

unveiling?

Two-toned

coastal blue

maybe

you can rest here, with us, too.

Ⅱ. …I let the waves

crash

into me

like strokes of light

breaking dawn.

Not off.

No liftoff.

I let myself crash

into the ocean,

like the balls

I used

to let bounce

on the kitchen floor.

Expanding,

disbanding,

partially— enchanting,

Not ablaze

no? longer

in search of the phrase

to welcome

stillness.

Two-toned,

seaside blue

I think—

I’ll let us all rest, here, too.