Two birds sit like statues on opposite ledges of a hollowed stone doorway like they wouldn’t fit anywhere else in the world. They sit and stare, and think about myth. The big ideas are animal. Where did the ideals of bravery and heroes spawn? Did they emerge from caves like swimmers from an ocean swell?
The ocean is a monster. I want to write about the water. No, dreams. Can I talk about how tired I am? Can I spill out my deepest darkest secrets, to you?
Can I fall asleep now?
Let gravity fix me
Raise my palms over my eyebrows…
and sink
and think
300 feet
deep