Behind the tower of folded towels, I step from a monogrammed robe.
Midnight.
The water is life and in the air I drown.
Wet-breath vapors whisper vague:
I am the respite.
Vast, empty, immensity
swells, azure blue
cool the storm
soothe, sate
as the distance
spits, sprays
against the flow I splash —
and splash
and splash
and splash.
Turbulence, friction high, staccato bleats, relentless cry:
one
after
the
other
learn
how
to
swim.
Can you hear it?
The bantered ideology, reactionary calls, the cadence of coherence that
No.
One.
Wins.
The noisy show-me.
Droning, drowning rhetoric insistent to reduce, each plateau necessity, revolution we choose; a holding pattern, yes.
Like silence underwater
in the bubble it is still
haven’t gotten anywhere
don’t know where we’ve gone.
I suck the air between my teeth and float.
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Rise above.
Float like a lily, bloom as human.
*originally published March, 2019
Kelly Huntson 