Home and A Third of the Waters

Photo, titled "Home," by Eva Rine

A Third of the Waters

Katelyn O’Connor

When the tide comes in it stirs up the blood red algae Sometimes it feels as though the water is cold mercury

There isn’t anything that belongs to you that cannot be taken away Upon further inspection the dream leaks from the inside

Sometimes it feels as though the water is cold mercury The camera flashes, and the moment is paralyzed

Upon further inspection the dream leaks from the inside The whales, singing, beach themselves on the tarry sand

The camera flashes, and the moment is paralyzed With the world revolving, the hours spiral out

The whales, singing, beach themselves on the tarry sand He offers images with a touch and a tilt of his head

With the world revolving, the hours spiral out Suddenly the ocean floor drops and is gone

He offers images with a touch and a tilt of his head An impression of seas and rivers upon the barren ground

Suddenly the ocean floor drops and is gone When the tide comes in it stirs up the blood red algae

An impression of seas and rivers upon the barren ground There isn’t anything that belongs to you that cannot be taken away