nocturne: the sea appears at a certain depth

language practice
in a grimy diner
laughing at gibberish
she followed me out
to film the parking lot
aspin behind the camera
i joined the dancers
dizzy with cobblestones
cutting our feet bloody
i caught branches to swing
in the soft grey damp
floating upward becomes natural
if you let go of gravity
a simple matter of pointing
head as compass and engine
to rocket into the blue
three layers of rush and zoom
past mandalas of cloud
to the inverted Sea above
i paused hovering
a vertical straight line
vibrating as you taught me
knowing if i broke the surface
you’d be there waiting
and i cried out your name
as my head touched the water
i crowned with a yelp
into consciousness
in which universe do i find myself
this time around
same cup of coffee
same yellow dog
please come back
it’s been too long