Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

swaying…

…here.

to the left a little, then the right, and then down. drown. it’s far too far out to consider a rescue, or save the thought for some dwindling day when deepwater lurks for thirst.

not a beach. never a beach.

and all you can see is blue, and grey, and foam spits smothering the meniscal glint.

full fathom five.

ah the depth
the depth unfathomable

…hold me close make me sway….

I can’t help but want to play with those boats, blowing them across the water.