ocean swell

entire oceans
swell
tides pushing
currents rip
crashing
blue green chaos
beaten back
wind in a sail
bridled
by the worn
cold
steel insides
of this
typewriter
Sometimes I dream about living by the sea.
I dream about salty air,
I dream about days that are unattached to anything
or anyone.
The ocean would be swelling with sadness,
so much so that there would be no room for mine.
I could sleep with the sound of the water outside my window instead of the trees.
I think I could live that way.
—  h.m. {dreams}