I take off my robe

Straighten out, stretch

I give up the morning

reluctantly, painfully,

asking it

to leave me something

to be in

It's the bird song.

 

21.V.2021

 

The sea is it

the ocean - a he

Today I pretend they're she

like the water they're made of

And I see how they're all

intimately connected

Half of what I've wanted to become

I already am.

 29.V.2021