sublime

wrapped in salt and water dreaming of the red sandy place. the last day in the city is sublime. dancing with dali and dumplings. remembering to look up at the sky.

my pressure points easing. supple once again. i am slipstreams and alleyways. chasing fish still swept in water. porous and expansive, my afternoon slips into the horizon.

for all the cities lace petticoats, I long for the simple lines of home.