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Poetry Corner: It’s OK by Emile Westergaard

let me tell you something
you don’t know
where the heart goes to hide
when winds start to blow
from a broken flower box
on a cracked window sill
look out at the street below
umbrellas open
heads bent down
cracks in the sidewalk
cracks in life open wide
rainfall becomes a river
flowing through city streets
jump out the window
ride the tide out to the end of the city
to where the ocean meets the land
to where gravel turns to sand
keep riding out
to the edge of the horizon
where land is lost
every way you turn
water rises and falls
float on your back
in the middle of the sea
sun overhead
burns a hole in your chest
clouds float
salt on your tongue
Imagine what you are doing
where you have gone
what they are saying
now that you have made your exit
fish nibble on your feet
you’ve become a tasty dish
for millions of fish
hear her voice calling you
hear her voice telling you it’s ok
she wants to hold your hand
to listen to your favorite band
bites get bigger
blood colored water
spreads around your head
hear her voice in the wind
close your eyes
drift into eternity
a man of the ages
a boy incomplete
a father and child
a farmer a sailor
a speck on the water
not even a speck anymore
not even the air
not even the water
not even the smoke rising
not even here
a breath
a body that was
all emotions travel with you
the world no longer
no longer
no longer
feelings travel across space and time
carry you to the other side
fear love emotion creation
she taps your shoulder
turn and see her smile
without a face
just her smile
and voice
calling you to join her
telling you it’s ok
wake up
look at her



Emile Westergaard is a writer and musician living in Lefferts Garden Brooklyn.

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