In Memory, a Castaway & in this endless ocean where the scattered bits and pieces of myself that fell apart, come back together, on each crash and fall of tide adrift & I ride back along the rolling current to the whitest break of foam & wash up on a shore unknown— or half-remembered: empty beaches, clean white sand
& you will find me at the foaming mouths of rivers where the sea began & ask me where began the sea or else the cycle & it starts with me, again. A dead man’s float in primordial waters. I myself, the endless drifter.
& I (re)form myself anew, again, adrift
| Carolyn Klein
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