First Sijo
Out on glassy surface from down below,
Bubbles are forming
The underside of clouds scattering shadows
On the ocean floor
Black stones rolling with the rhythm of your current
Under my skin
Your muffled sunlit sound is my own heart
Washing ashore alone
Wide searching eyes blinking back salt
Are awake with the sea
Pushing, reaching upwards with a gasp of breath
I breathe in.
Karen Espaniola April 2, 2012
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