My stomach churned at the sight
of the curled wave –
bending to the end of its cold tail.
What does the ocean feel like when it is naked?
Of the curled wave,
pale birds flutter in its wake.
What does the ocean feel like when it is naked?
It is always adorned with buoys, feathers of the worried birds and oil.
Pale birds flutter in its wake.
Salty smudges streak the outside membrane of my belly.
It is always adorned with buoys, feathers of the worried birds and oil.
Even an inky dusk cannot hide the sun’s rim, wired in white.
Salty smudges streak the outside membrane of my belly,
bending to the end of its cold tail.
Even an inky dusk cannot hide the sun’s rim, wired in white.
My stomach churned at the sight of the moon.
A Little Bit of Happiness, for Life 