I love you
And respect you,
From afar.
Although
This is
Undesirable
And you may come
To think of me as
Untrue –
Believe me
When I say
This is
The only way
Our kinship
Can exist –
Drifting
Fragments
Like islands.
An atoll,
I’ve drowned myself
In work and words and
Painted my skin blue
On the journey down.
If I told you
But half of my life,
You would probably cry.
These things that I’ve done –
I see in you too,
As I grace growing older –
We, the archipelago.
Fleeting around,
I’ve hastened my death.
Whilst you,
For all of your madness,
Remain
Salient
And strong.
Gasping for breath,
I erupt
Upon shores
Of my
Undoing –
I’ve prayed
For an anchor –
A vista,
Quiet
And warm.
All that I am
Is seeped
Deep
Into the marrow
Of my bones.
A spit of an image.
🎨/📷 by Buck Nin, Rangitoto, 1984