Create
the Pacific
the Atlantic
the Indian
the Arctic
the water moves
high tide, low tide
it’s liquid across all four
spilling over sand
pulling up letters
flooding the palace
a tsunami
of sorts
what we go through
as human beings
at different levels
of sea
what drowns
what floats
what you try to keep dry
and save
maybe that’s why the sky
is such a sacred thing
it connects a people
to a place
we look up
from below
like an ant on a hill
the clouds shred apart
to reveal the grey
a dab of white and black
blended on the board
and brushed against canvas
the Artist works
in charcoal
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