My recollection of times seconds has never been a question …
And my salt intake will always exceed the trails left on my cheeks ..
But I am reaching…
Drawing blank …
Trying to conjure memories …
But I can’t see through these ruff seas …
In the way
The spray… of the ocean’s water on my face
as the storm brews on the horizon…
The dark bellows gather …at my eyes length
Those ominous grays .. of today’s unsettling changes
Has found a way to trap my sunshine in …
Gone is the warmth on my face
So I
lick my tongue to taste …
only to savor the bitter …of the wind
that has shifted from those …
odoriferous roses …
… I know of …
to the loathing…odors
forfeited forth by troubles trumpeter …
I heard the horns …
Entwined …in the winds whistles
As The sea fiddles
away
Till the tympani …of the thunder reaches my ears hear
Or the crash of a cymbal crackling …
Acting
as if the sky was splitting …this very minute
I’m then committed
To
The
Salt water river …
Baptizing ….
My troubles
In
this
Salt water river …