so ireland

salt water, my lips searching for her surface

i was a fish, yet unseen, but

by the cliffs crying out for departure. 

if the atlantic doesn’t clear your head, i don’t know what ever will. the wind enters through your eyes, swirls through your mind like a snow storm, then to depart through your ears. it could wake any falling vagabond. 

and our love? because i love the sea

and the swim that burns and the failing fire, these

things will always break my heart.

like that ascension up to the sea’s ferocious surface. a little like surrendering, a little like escaping into a realm that might just overwhelmall our past lacerations.