7/13/2009

Solitude

When I'm sad, I go to
the ocean. It whispers
"stay faithful, stay faithful."
I know out there are creatures
more desolate than me.
Here, at my feet, transparent,
frilly jellyfish beautiful
as a star and dead-er than
a cellophane bag you'd wrap
a sandwich in. I know somewhere
further out is some lone whale
singing its heart out.

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