Adriana.K.Maxwell
I wanted to buy a skiff
Shape the world like clay, gentle, soften as you need to, add water, squeeze it out, steady pressure, reshape and try again
There's someone missing in our circle, feel like a bubble ready to pop. Rainbow of memories shaking. Temporary beauty. And the babies don't know why we are crying.
Berry squishes between my fingers. Pulling off the black raspberries gently to make sure they come easy so I know that they are ready.
Wave, a little acknowledgement, you are here and so am I. I see you. I acknowledge you. We are people in this world together. Let the babies wave and watch the old faces soften.
Spill out, water falling, emotions surging, a puddle for babies to clean up, laughing at the grown-up stuff that they can do now, legs still shaking, bringing the paper towels to the trash
Ready to keep going, ready, body tensing, and I don't know how long I can stay on the starting line without falling. Ready but waiting
The ship sleeps in the harbor, swaying in safety, on the edge of adventure, as the moon rocks it on the sea.
Ink runs, staining fingers, smearing across my forehead as I wipe across, too absorbed in the art to pay attention to the mess
The waves murmur to the sand of giant things that move in the deep, twisting, sliding, tendrils of flashing colors. The sand tells of footprints traipsing down, tippy-toes testing the water, excited squeals, and pink bodies on sandy towels.
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