Sum of a windy day and night
By Dylan Everett
At the sea today there are no
bodies veiled, but a naked
life swims and waves that cool
the skin and are warmed in return.
There is no turbulence within us
on the created blue music for now –
the wind reigns until we sleep.
Forgotten our lives sleep in it –
bound and unbounded – this is
climbing through water spun stories,
through wave woven rooms,
sleep possessing us through water stories.
I trade the kiss of this vision with yours,
knowing nothing is around
but the sunken sand that knows we climb.
Even folded endless,
we only find wind here and if lucky a wing,
and if that is all, then that is all.
This fold we share on the borders
of the passing day –
as salt feathered whispers and crackles
pass over unnoticed.
If only, if only… then nothing more or less,
we do not need to speak over anything,
Such a windy night, and the sea is curdled grey blue –
No one is with us but the rhythmic sounds harvested
from the chaos of natural waters.
Cold dances swim elsewhere,
we are always foreigners here,
but we are not cold bodies
and the world is not cold with us.
Our pieces, our embodiments,
add themselves together,