All On a Sunday

You free me with this jettison wake on the back of the boat while the motor is brooding too loud to engage in the tannic specifics or to single the brunt of our salt conversation Cormorants wish us the best on our journey on markers to channels we slice right in half and every follicle on me is standing like weathervanes catching the brine in the wind Rumbling water behind us is foaming and troubling itself in it's bumbling spin I'm like an afterthought, sun stone inviting gripping my seat - let the journey begin First to the island, impregnable solace, which only the whisker of waves can attain Next to the turquoising purple cut water a mountain of miles from any dry land I'll be beneath with the lapping of swellings displaced like the snapping of bright seaweed pods moving like magnets to waves with a purpose to stir up the stew and absolve high command Rag doll the moment and strike all my muscles paralysis only the sunshine imbues All on a Sunday like an imprint from kissing You free me to dream, now do I free you too?