by Jordan Sullivan

Created on: May 26, 2008

to be invisible

i come to the edge of the sand to sit
looking at far away shapes and lights
wondering who else is there
on that remote beach
head lost to the tides

these shells poking hard against my skin
remind me of those days spent
counting my ribs showing through
waiting for you
flying the redeye to your town
with anchored hopes so heavy
i can't believe i didn't sink
into the Atlantic

this coast is a long way from
icy waters and distant times
here the pacific breeze allows impulsive
droplets of water to dance
atop the waves and into my lap i feel adrift but the wind keeps me
from being too sad

spring was lost to me this year
winter stretched
everything gray and blending
there are few people here this early
only those of us who come to the shore
needing to know what it feels like
to stand on the edge of the world
and not fall off

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