water at dusk
The water is clear
It seems
I can see myself clearly
It seems
A slight haze
like a megacity
You can see through it
It doesn’t seem impactful
My hand slowly rises
to break the surface
and the impact becomes clearer
than imagined
A flush of pink
of contrast
The lines are deep
no longer appearing perfect and smooth
I prefer it like this
The canyons are true
The pink is deep and alive
Blue veins
There is blood
There is life
Here
Above the surface
The water’s blue-green tint
gets grayer each second
from the white winter dusk out the window
The opaque view of the body is getting darker
in every sense
Let everything break the surface
Let all the colors and marks come to bear, bare
Peaches and tans and browns and blacks
Marks that should be seen in all their fullness
of color and life
And the coolness
feels better than you thought it could
Relief