Salt

 

Between the supple greens

and jagged ends

you see it —

 

the twisting view of no,

not 

enough,

set amid brackish debris

like an open mouth.

 

You are not alone here — 

can you taste it?

In the harsh and hungry shadows 

swirls the salty swell 

of truth.

 

Listen, 

as your own sea, rising,

rushes to meet it, 

surging past imagined 

barriers,

flooding the echoing chambers 

with 

another answer.