Ocean-walkers
12/09 2023
What vast oceans stretch across those small pieces of writing;
I'm perplexed as to its veracity.
Leaning over the page I think I can trace the day
But long after it's over the river will pass,
And I'll drink from its cool water,
And I'll fill up my pen with crystal ink,
Though I know it will never be enough to cross the ocean.
Oh to all you ocean-walkers,
I plead, give me your secrets,
Just a hint at how to pronounce any of it,
Or just so that I don't get confused at the border,
I'll tell the guard that my life is across from that water.
But what can I say when he starts crying
And looking left into the window I find that he is me?
All of it could remain etched on the surface of the water,
I could say that I will never catch up
But I know I'll never stop swimming for that bridge
That I see is on fire somewhere in the distance.