I, Sarcophagus by Anne Di Baguette
life, ebb and flow
a promise, inside rolling, then shifting mommy
a celebration of bubbles foam on sand
become flutterkicks,
breakers somersaulting, riding laughter our bodies rubbed the shore,
we played
tap, tap, can you hear the slap of surf against the rocks
with every s t r e t c h distorting me, transforming
expectation growing like tiny limbs r e a c h i n g out mommy
pulling back
receding
into
stillness
don’t leave me change of tide
an unspoken pledge rescinded, flow and ebb
while I, sarcophagus, motionless salt in tow
(pink flesh yellowing in amniotic soil-beneath
the surface fine wisps wave and fan a face
eternally set in grim determination)
long after the struggle is ended I walk the shoreline of dead seas in search of shells and driftwood, answers and a small voice
here, put this conch to your ear
you might hear him still
05/04/2003 Posted on 11/30/2017 Copyright © 2025 Anne Di Baguette
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