i bob with my breath;
the clouds brush the sky
softly in front of me —
splayed out
like
my legs
spread open —
im spinning,
slowly.
my arms
stretched but
not reaching/
my gaze
fixed
steadily
forward/
my face
slack,
unsaturated/
passively staring —
im pushed
gently
in a new direction,
swaying,
water splashing
at the nape
of my
neck —
i am unphased.
i remain staring,
starting to wonder
if i’ll ever care
enough to
turn
my
head
and see
what im drifting toward.
ugh.
my neck is relieved,
the weight of my
head nestled
snugly in
soft
palms —
pressed into
the water,
i watch
what
lies
above me —
i am stuck in
my ways;
i fill my
lungs
slowly/
i suck in/
my skin rising
toward the
sky —
i’m steady,
but my
gaze
remains
glassy.
