Florida – Ally Shap
May 13, 2021
Strange,
to find oneself pulled asunder
by an idle tide
stable seated
dock steady
eating cold fish /
drinking warm wine
And yet,
nowhere.
afloat at the end of the world /
whale song at the beginning of time
unearthed by the glow
of a single partitioned light
On the inside looking out
where all at sea
is night