Nighttime Calculus
Last night I turned in bed, ruminating on the things I need to let go of and the people I want to pull closer. There’s a kind of spiritual calculus that only happens in the dark. The solution is what you are.
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The first glimpse feels like flying, Mask breaking water, Fins at the ready, Unprepared. I am afraid of heights. (Absolutely no fins on the boat) Two rusty smokestacks rise upward. Set at absurd angles, They belie her. (Hold your mask and jump) Beneath, shrouded, ancient, Four hundred feet of sagging metal Reaching downward into blackness….
I kind of love this. 🙂 And I totally agree.
I already know you are going to be one of my favorite authors. I am astonished by your use of the english language…I even like the fonts you use.