clawing, reaching, swimming
grabbing hold of sky and sea
and beach, the beach
digging our ways
to a new place and a
new life but
mostly, away
clawing, reaching, swimming
waving in panic and reaching
one last touch
air
above
the
waves
what will my fingers
touch
when I’m gone ?
whose fingers
will touch mine ?
will they
burn first
or last
like the end
of the candle’s
wick?
whack
wave
waving.
