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