Liberdade

a shallow impression
made on a surface both more and less pliable
than it used to be
than it should have been
smooth until the first crack of sunlight

other tools, they hammer, they bruise
but this shallow pool remains
the only indentation, sole crater on the moon
visible only to the touch and
never in the dark

an elbow on my leg
green eyes looking up
his skin is warm from a sun somewhere
and mine is cool from the sea
shaking with inevitability and the thought of altering course
a sticky thought, dipped in the rum
we found in the dinghy
the bright morning light dripping into the cracks, widening, deepening

The Who on a loop, seeking, seeking
a small indentation, salt water rushing in
too deep to stand in but not enough to sink
if I could remember how to swim

there I am
lying in the rocking waves
with nothing but a boat
and a shallow impression filled with the sea

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