Countdown - Collaboration With Chris Green

Words he formed. Shells, pebbles, sorted by color Straight grey lines Curved watery blue Rosy dots Sand dollar phrases drifting, floating, resting on the shore Gathered decorative patterns garland and seaweed Expressed feelings hand dug gully around his small world filled with salty water And he lay down safely on his island Awaiting the surf, the tide, pure white ripples of hope to wash away the pain Words he formed with his fingers folding air around simmering sun finally realizing his thoughts had meaning as nary a cloudy day could be seen since… He sent out his heart It flew for him Sent out his soul, surfing in rhythmic coastal stanzas lapping a lazy shore measuring the distance beyond a vertical eclipse where water meets air and the sky merges with his dreams With eyes closed his horizontal form sails through time closing chapters and opening pages, dog-eared memories in numerical order At the count down of 5 he lands ashore 4 drapes his sea-green garments around self 3 gathers dollars, dignity 2 opens his eyes 1 thanks his therapist for the session 0 leaves, with a sense of regret. *** June 16, 2017 Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White