unspoken, if you must know


cross your fingers as a sign,
like falling feet first.

I live on an island you know.

it’s not water that surrounds me here.

it’s all of you.       I see faces in the sea.

I’ve been afraid of getting wet.

but water was never really my fear.

I was afraid of faces seeing me.

maybe I was afraid to drown.

yet, to dream in you would be

a different kind of being