Reflecting Seaside

I crashed into the chasm of you...

I fell like a microcosmic flea...

Like a booger in the eye...

Like a pea from a premature pod...

Insisting to myself that you would do the same,

That you'd return the favor...

Perhaps I wasn't so insistent...

Perhaps I had an ulterior motive beyond the palm trees,

And the languid sea kelp that swishes this way and that

While the sun makes diamonds on the reflecting tide...

Whatever the true origin of my reasoning,

I realize I'm not dispensable...

And one grows hollow when they shed their scales

Never allowing flowers of their unique beauty to fully blossom...

I crashed into the chasm of you!...

But now I'm rolling up the draw bridge...

Don't gaze into the skies for me...

I've slipped through fingers like loose sand...

7/27/23

Slack I Salessie