For coral to take
the long-submerged chains,
something living
had to cling.
On the dry side of the wall,
someone asked
what the babies were eating.
No one answered.
Another question:
Did their eyes look back?
But who
are these
circled moments
in the widening arc?
Look.
Down.
What moves—
low,
ready?
A body bends
against sorrow,
unsure which world
it woke in.
The bars
held only flesh.
What else
we were sometimes
slipped through.
A body bends
against sorrow,
unsure which world
it woke in.
That is very profound
Yeah agreed Stacey, this feels nicely charged
Thanks for this, Bill! Wishing you a great week ahead.
And you, my friend!
Thank you, Thomas.
Thank you, Thomas. I appreciate you.