ocean
my ocean is my brother's jesus. on top of the water: forgiveness, a gift.
time lived piling up again, like muscle tension, knots in the shoulder.
de profundis: on the edge are we fearful of the fall or of the crash? most people's spines hold them upright but i am slumped down
the little girl with the pink tights and tutu the only one free to dance in the streets. the rest too old to dance
the drops fall into the ocean and i think for myself there has always been enough