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2021-04-06T18:23:47-04:00April 2nd, 2021|Nature|

Bumps on a log

My friends and I sit on a log
watching the ocean

the way it crawls in and out
not watching us

and perhaps that’s what’s appealing
about the skin of the sea
slapping against the rocks

the way it ignores people
and their strange anxieties
responsibilities
job titles
student debt

perhaps we relish
a moment of not mattering
not being asked for our opinions
or our advice

not being needed or judged
or even witnessed

just a moment of staring
at something so powerful
that returns nothing
but space.

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