Thursday, March 16, 2017

I Haven't the Smallest Clue

Sometimes there are
so many things inside,
and I haven't the smallest clue
of how to find them and let them out.

I cannot grasp
how to contain an entire ocean in a bottle,
or how to pour it out once I’ve captured it.

I’m filled with oceans that I want to set free,

in the form of ink,
but they gush out, soaking the paper,
smearing the letters,
or they refuse to flow.

No, I haven’t the smallest clue,

but as much as that frightens me,
maybe I'll find an artwork
among swirls of seawater ink.

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