Saltwater
What if you close your eyes
and your throat relinquishes
the morning’s bright
fingers, freed from bruises.
Suppose that particular night
never happened, the way
a wave crashing ashore
empties itself and trickles
back in separate communities,
mingling yet aloof, a
diminishing cortege. What
is the question? Take this
spoon. Fill it with saltwater.
Upend it into the pail. Observe.
“Saltwater” was first published in Nine Muses Poetry in May 2018.
WOW.
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Thank you!
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Welcome.
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can I switch it up w/sodium bicarbonate??
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It’d be salty either way… ๐
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shhh…just swallow!! [haha]
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And quickly!
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no letting it hang from the bottom lip & suck it up real quick…….theatrics won’t do the trick….haha
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What if I drop the spoon, do I still make a splash…..
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Not if there’s no one to hear. ๐
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Itโs an unsettling mystery…do we get one more clue?
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You must fill in the blanks. ๐
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With all the possibilities in the ocean.
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A minor task. ๐
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Robert, thank you for your words and the empty spaces you left between some of them.
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Thanks, Ali. I’ve come to realize that I live in those spaces.
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That doesnโt surprise me. They are as necessary as water
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They are, indeed!
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