It’s just we’ve danced step upon step upon step to where love flows out to the sea to be dispersed. The river mouth gapes at the bay but despite the wind whipped sand, you can see islands through the haze out there. If you dig down deep enough, you’ll find the water’s everywhere. Diving in is just a state of mind; the leap and arc are never done, the cold plunge and resurfacing the same. There is the tumble in the waves where the way up and down are equal and breath aches between your ribs but the tide’s return is dependent on its leaving and the river will swell again. What we have been drained of will refill us until the water finds its way. Molly hawks will bank against the cumulus eying prey lifted by the currents to the great expanse. I see hope rising like the sun even as it pulls down the day.


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