TheBanyanTree: tidal range

[Jakob Straub]

TIDAL RANGE

When the time comes I'll bury you
Ere the sea breaks in on us
I lift you onto my shoulders
You smile over the horizon
And underneath your flip flops kicking
I can feel the sun set.

And finally weary of them
We let go of two wishes
Two breaths long held
Balloons unbound across the ocean
And borne from a distance, landlocked
The amusement park cheers of little kids.

Just before the implosion
You plant the blue flower
Of your plastic sieve on my head
Crowning me king nonetheless
To rule the sand through our fingers
In the narrow limits of this empire

And everything you want, I want
I don't want to share
And tolerate respite
I have to bury you wholly and in one piece

And if I were king of all the kids
Gurgling sea and sand and snot and spit
Unbroken
Until the end
I'd bury you in time
In the last minutes.


-- 
If you read, you'll judge; If you write, you'll invent.