I wanted so much just to be

The foam gently mapping.
The safer swim.
The other deck, the dusk of.
My permanent desires.
Not a crash but another simmer on your surface.
Over there, a following of information.
A buffering of air.
Ahead of breath by miles.
Old time moving over here through the ripple of a word.
Your threaded thoughts.
Hearing all that:
the whoosh back
the halt forward.

Kirsty Dunlop