After Sea Structure II by Phil Dike
I
The sun doesn’t seem
to understand a constant
spasm. Count it –
every 5-7 seconds
for days/weeks.
II
The sea instructs about
ebb and flow. The crashing
sound surrounds. Seagulls
shout. Sand turns gray.
The sun haunts encircled
by a taut stroke of fog.
No salty taste.
No appetite. No sleep.
III
The ecosystem
of a smooth stone
rests in my hand.
Engulfs my sight.
Survivor of tides
holds the language
of when I will feel better.
Cindy Rinne
Cindy Rinne creates poetry, zines, and fiber art in San Bernardino, CA. Cindy is the author of Dancing Through the Fire Door (Nauset Press), Today on Two Planets (Written by Veterans), and more. Her poetry appeared in: Mythos Magazine, swifts & slows, Lothlorien, Unpsychology, and others. http://www.fiberverse.com.