Friday, May 12, 2023

a poem

The Weight of Air


Cannonball me into the ocean waves,
The ocean air is fresh and it makes my
sunny days. With the peace of settling
I’ll be blown out into the waves,
early morning, fresh sunrise, unto
this heart of clay. With the sea rising
I’ll make my way home, into
fresh window lamps, and this time You’ve thrown.


by Ben Bussewitz
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