SaltwaterJanuary

When the Summer sets

And the day fades

I’ll take a deep breath

And turn the other way

I’ll drop the pretensions

I’ll unpack this suitcase

With a relishing glance through a window pane

I’ll finish the faux pas, the wild goose chase

Lie back into the bare mattress

Whisper a lasting prayer

In the next week, in the next month,

Maybe I’ll be there