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?
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