Ocean by Erato

I was sixteen
California. Summer. Brown skin.
Turquoise bathing suit.
Sand. Sun. Wind. Salt. Ice cream.
Waiting for Godot my reading.
Marlboro light white filters smoking.
Blowing in the wind listening-
the Joan Baez version.

Slowly entering
Stopped breathing
Easy to lose feet
Balance at risk
The sense of danger
The excitement of releasing
Moving holy force
Constant sound of waves. At daze.
One day and the eternity
I, a mortal facing the infinity.














(picture:Grey Marine by Alex Katz)