Poem in Stanzas

Staring out at long waters,

Waves wash answers to shore,

Crashing on 

Sharp and blunt rock ledges,

Soaking into the sand, 

Truths. 

Knees freckle, dimpled

By tiny sandy rock

Applied body pressure

While these hands 

Through wet piles

Searched. 

Later, dried sand haunts

Hiding in ears, on scalp, 

With nails,

Biting tight lycra spandex bands,

Only true dent as 

Proof. 

They don't follow you home,

They stay, escape, sink, float.

Don't worry, I saw truth 

On the horizon,

Thin...elastic... 

Endless.

Burning the water's surfaces, 

Branding the smell of 

Unseen

Lands, sight of top hats and 

Building steeples, spires 

Unfinished. 

Scattered in every direction,

Floating on the rippling waves, 

Sinking 

And stung on coral fingers, 

Splashing back to sky, 

Condensed

In clouds, not fluff 

But moist and 

Vapid. 

Sometimes truths 

Hide

In shadows only to shine, 

Unwanted, 

Through gaps of 

Gasping 

Shocked curtain, 

They dull fabric. 

Should have spread

Softly through 

Dark

Patches beneath billowing trees.