It’s like cold Chardonnay,
This weightless floating.
Homes I left behind trail
Away into a pupil in the sun,
A self-contained equilux,
Sinking over the ocean.
Mermaids sing memories
Across changing winds,
Upon which my realisations
Race then hover and sit, still.
They also sink and acquiesce
Into the arms of the horizon
With each breath. Bubbles
Burning like fire as they
Submerge, a wreckage
Reflected in my eyes.
After, I find a white shell
For my solemn collection,
As if to certify and bless
My lonely, sandy footsteps.
The journey is my home,
Cradled in the rhythm of
Life’s pulse, I propose a
Toast over the swaying
Cosmos. A glass of fizz
For the road, a testament
To a pocket of time.
🎨/📷 by Caspar David Friedrich, The Sea of Ice, 1823-24