The legendary sea surfaces
That meteoric stones have rolled over An establishing shot, takes only one flash Thinking of you, murmuring to you, Until some tears run dry, turning reddish Dipping upon a dream (many nights) Once thinking of you, she is Across the water of no name Looking out the way back to you, she is Still writing in English (how?): ‘Travelling around the world From the opposite direction will she get to you’ ‘Staying beside you for unnecessary Seven weeks, two months, in any clockwise swirl’ ‘Not coming to you. In a better position Being stranded equates to floating.’ Disturbing the storm, recognizing the language ‘I will be A_,N_, Y_, anywhere,’ they synchronize She cannot run through all diasporic lands Of clouds and swamps Imagine: being thrown into your place – Getting away, being called upon – Melting down the steel rail burnt red, in the end Mellower and mellower the distance one night (many times) Regardless of waves and wind The soft loose water sleeves come stroking her head But deep down the lock The flight in moments of mesh and thread The shattered, dead, unwanted flock Stalling for time, thinking of you June 2020 London