Flux

Let's remember it like damp dish towels clothespinned drying on the line,
in the breeze, in a breeze of the breath of the sea.
Let's remember it like waking to windless rain, waking in quiet gray
the gutter releasing its veins to the lawn.
Let's remember it like wine like water, corks strewn across the counter
wending away like unbound logs rollicking down a river.
Let's remember it like fluidity, we followed the course or the course
chose us, intuitively drifting afloat.
Then let's just let it go.
Let's just leave it at that. Let's just leave it alone like we lost the map.
Let's just leave it like a squall-split mast pitched headlong into the surf.
Let's just leave it like its anchor severed and sunk to the depths
of the earth, where the darkness is colder and darker
than wonder could ever dive below
and below, where skeleton fish of bulbed light and string
never blink and barely glow,
where the root of it can disappear as silently and as swiftly
as memory evades and escapes.
Let's just jump this abandoned ship and offer it to the waves.

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