Redemption

sink your feet into this sand. drop your heart in to the rising tide. spend a whole morning, just smelling and tell me you do not belong.

I'm experimenting with redemption. I hear echoes of other times and know it is not where I am.
I teeter between youth and that other thing that stretches into decades before me.

My heart is a small thing.
Humble in it's significance.
Constant in it's demands.

As we sucked the salt from the air in silence I watched myself slip between the mangroves and into the ocean. I have no explanations for these turns of phrases, I have no labels for this luggage. I am leaving. Behind.

all these things choked in my throat
have come up for air

I cannot name
what I have found