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.
Several distinct “nights” come to mind lured by your invitation to consider what-ifs … probably better I cannot undo any of them! For sure some of the best parts of my NOW began in dubious ways …
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So many what-ifs! I like my NOW, but wonder if I might have arrived earlier if I’d chosen a different fork…
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