If you find yourself feeling like a face in a crowd, a drop a of water in the ocean, think about the extent of the universe as we know it thus far. Think about it’s vastness and the rarity of life within it. We are all special simply for being alive.
You’ll be dead soon enough.
I’ll like to look at the hills beneath a sunset, and imagine them as the waves of a great ocean, frozen in time by the chill of the night settling in.
For the love of Indie Rock.
We tried really hard.
A Take Away Show
Every Saturday that summer,
We’d head up to the shore.
She’d go in the guest bedroom
And change into the the bathing suit
She bought just for the occasion.
We’d sit in the sun and eat blueberries.
I’d remain silent,
While she went on and on.
Her hair, bleached by July’s long light,
Would sew itself with the grass.
The ants would crawl in her gold,
But she did not stir.
The Gravity was too much.
We were the boulders of time,
a Stonehenge in New England.
Shadows cast spun circles around us,
But we couldn’t feel them,
Sucking us dry.
Gnawing at our time together.
Later, we’d take out St. Charlie,
Rusted, but still
A seafaring vessel.
We’d roam the deck like the piracy
In the book she kept in her bag.
From the very highest point
Of our vessel,
We’d do our best to break free,
But the lightest of days was no match
For our weight.
There, briefly in air,
Was the first time I saw her.
But she was already flying away from me.
She was an angel trapped in a body,
Pulled beneath the surface.
Below, the water was poison to my lungs.
I was only cinders,
Extinguished by the water.
Underneath, I looked at her.
Her eyes were emeralds in my ashes.
I’m not sure how long we stared at each other
In that murky realm.
Some part of me is still there,
Searching for the light of her emeralds,
But the shadows in circles have pulled them away.
Now, when I go back there
On rare occasion.
I think about the way
Her hair fused to the water
When she rose from it that day.
Or about how the skin
On her shoulders freckled
So symmetrically from
Playing soccer in the the fields all day,
Far too careless for sunscreen.
I think about the day I lost her
Deep beneath the water.
I sit here on our hill side
Where we so sincerely believed
Boulders could never wither away.
I like to lay on my stomach in the grass and think of the whole world carrying on beneath me.