float, 5 minutes

soak your body in salt
to reverse its course:

while you are dreaming
does time flow fast or flow slow;

can you decipher your currents
from the ocean’s own;

I’m wavelengths away
a profession muffled
an underwater echo;

if you succumb to the depths,
do you think you could hear me?


the nautical mile

to the man named after a river:
I am the woman raised by an ocean
waves that lure you in with erratic crests and troughs
measured by the moon’s metronome
and toss you out once you trust your own buoyancy
you bleed in the salt
you are both the infliction and the injury
you want to leave; in swimming here,
you make the difficult choice, to explore
the unexplored, to disprove the nautical mile

beware, he who is named after a river:
my sea swallows your kind whole
bodies who lost their mother at birth
vaporized in the middle of death valley
where the distance kills you
if the mirages don’t drive you insane first;
eventually, you’ll dissolve into me
I’ll meet you at the basin, wide-mouthed
with wanting
the chase that never ends, the sun as it stalks
each horizon, to pounce illumination

you’ll wonder why you chose to run south
upon learning of modern misconception that rivers
tend not to flow north
maybe then, you never would have met with an ocean
then, you could drink the world end to end
unknowing of your smallness