Breathe—
the center rises
and you fall
driving
a two hundred foot span
deceptive
waters bridged by
thoughts as unyielding
as concrete,
fish muttering
open-mouthed beneath
cold gray waves. Don’t
exhale as the girl
hurls by them
clocking speeds
you can’t
acknowledge. You
don’t see her, hair
like wings
ephemeral catching fire
from Florida sun, wire
fences no
match for birds taking
flight unnaturally. You see—
not fish praying, new
cathedral
brown and tangling
with the coming
tide, but jutting
call boxes placed so ever
many feet. As if they could
answer a question
so burning
you drive right into the sky.
Photo by Modestas Urbonas on Unsplash
