POETRY

Fluency

Free verse

water swirls under pool staining the rainy light blue, we pause to talk about everything under the grey, no pause to structure a thought

the body still floats in bed, postural hypotension, a drug-like bliss, cotton warms against skin that was wet, the pang of drifting, the body a composite of gestures in water

beaded skin transforms into storylines of water, the longest exhales drip, the body brain still rolling, fluid and mercurial

suspended weight, the ink glides over the page and thoughts ignore the lines, the grammar of motion, spilling the ocean of thoughts netted into words fingers comb through silk ribbons, wrap the abyss, holding the deep water ghost, fluent to waterline, pen keeps moving, wavelight energy refracting the iris, washing away gnashed words of forced sentences from left to right; in the water, body language is soft

we swim like writing, elated, with heavy joy coming out of the water

Jessica Lee McMillan © 2021 In reponse to J.D. Harms’ prompt the weight of ink.