ABOUT A BUOY.

By Ashley Cornel

How beautiful it is to live untethered,

To be a drift and feel the midnight sky caress me like a lover.

Oh so often I’d be Caught up in the waves of its inconsistency,

That I’d mistook submergence for suspension.

Returning from My voyage,

black and blue,

all weathered.

But by grace

it was luscious to live untethered.

I used to stand idle at the shore,

waiting for the sea to grasp me in it’s clutches,

and cradle me out to sea,

To be born again

in some distant realm.

A propelled paradise

in which I’d find myself in a constant state of to-and-fro

With My maiden voyage,

As first is last.

It was awfully idyllic.

Maybe a fever dream even.

Still coming and going in waves.

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