That you can see stingrays skate Above seaweed In ever-evolving outlines Is where the mind stings in inability To capture what the shape of this—this plastic bag, This sand-sunken stone, this flaccid pancake, this water-logged kite, this polygonal magpie, this forgotten balloon—thing really is. Where the waves spread shallow enough That they wash around your form In beckoning clouds Is where you imprint yourself in the sand and piercing shell, Back turned against beach chairs and coral towels and hotel windows And sit in eye-widening, mouth-quivering awe of the stretching divide of sky and sea and scent Of salt in the wound of this gaping expanse of world. And rays of yellow—no white—no pink—prickle at the edges of your gaze.
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Olivia Tonelli! You are so damn talented. Love and miss you ❤
Good imagery, although I wasn’t sure what the flaccid pancake was supposed to represent.
Realizing how big and beautiful the sea is and seeing how the littering is destroying it, made me sad. At least I think that was the message.