Anchor Layer
poetry
today I found myself washed a child’s chalk on sidewalk lost, hop scotch squares now running frayed and splayed blue, rivulets of calcium found the seams limestone ruined, made true. today I sat on the anchor layer where iron scars sand, below the maelstrom raging above I found the dark, the other side sonar heartbeat strong, true lungs billow in the tide. today I am stuck to the wall a glob of mud watching it all, passersby to the swirling beyond drift before my seeing eye to those fellow travelers I call, they heard, reached and bid us rise. today I danced in the delay the space between the songs, I found my river laughing along this fool always a little behind the pack, I slow it down, take it in write a joke, way in the back. today I squeezed the glue melded into you, I felt your fear, saw you whole you’re different than me said the empathy machine scrub your lines clean, come interbe. today the window cracked my prison beneath the sea, a sprinkle at first, then the flood pressure shatters from above, just another swimmer caught in your fishnets of Love.