Your feet are tired, rough and bruised at the stern
Blue nail polish flakes into the bow of your socks,
you are like a snake shedding skin so you can heal.
Your shoulders ache, pinch at your neck
and squeeze your tendons
like jellyfish tentacles injecting poison.
All this time, the day moves
like a pendulum.
I thought you wanted to start new.
Hop off here, pull that pendulum
feel no reverb.
After all this time, the day stains yellow.