The Cape
My hat is heavy with the sky &
the sky is heavy with the rain &
the rain is heavy with I don’t know…
Think about all that wet sand, how you could drown in it, how it lies there all day & all night under the ocean, how it supports the undulation.
Hold my pants, I’m going in, Let’s bury each other for the fun of it,
but who will un-bury us from the tide coming in over our heads?
I don’t know... if it’s my time yet, although
my throat is swollen & sore like the angry ocean is beating against it. What if I am already drowning, no, suffocating in the waves, in the sand under the waves, No need to bury me in it…
If I die, I’m not a legend, If I die look for me in this salty rain.
