Let Me Float

Written by: Krystal Cochrane

Let me wade 
deep into the water
with all my clothes still on.
Let my body 
ripple in the space I occupy.
Let me swim 
in the murky water
and dip my skin 
in the unrefined.

They seem much too eager 
to have me sit very still 
for long 
long periods of time 
as they talk.

I am the grass that grows 
between the weathered
cracked cement.
You are delirium
that takes over 
when my spirit is spent.
I am the dagwood painted trees 
I blossom in the night.
I own the obstacles 
that stand between 
me and life.

Let me float.

Let me walk 
barefoot through the vineyards 
where the soil can cling
to the soles of my feet.
Let the weight 
of my body 
impress upon the ground 
some sign of life.
Let me steep
in the adrenaline 
the sun seems to wring from my skin.

They seem much too eager 
to have me sit very still 
for long 
long periods of time 
as they talk.

I am the grass that grows 
between the weathered
cracked cement.
You are delirium
that takes over 
when my spirit is spent
I am the dagwood painted trees 
I blossom in the night
I own the obstacles 
that stand between 
me and life.

Let me float.