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 tongueImagine 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 sailora speck on the water
not even a speck anymore
not even the airnot even the water
not even the smoke rising not even here
now
here
a breath
breathing 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 upl
ook at her
Emile Westergaard is a writer and musician living in Lefferts Garden Brooklyn.
