Erosion
at a spring
in sweltering Florida
people laughing
in crystal clear water
I decided
right then
that someday
I was going
to check out
another time
in the middle
of another hot summer
standing in line
to pay for gas
in a car that
I was behind
on payments
that it might
be worth it
to go then
then later
working third shift
in a cooler
stocking dairy products
I wanted to then
lately
I can feel it
on the edge
trying to seep through
and I’m so tired
let’s just hope
there’s always
just enough of me
left
to see behind
that warm
welcoming
void
2 thoughts on "Erosion"
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
Yes! Let’s hope so! I like how you keep the heat from the worldly sweltering to the warm void beyond. You may not be at the place set in this poem, but I send you healing thoughts anyway!
I love that “warm welcoming void.” It reminds me of death, of course. But it makes death hopeful to see it like that next poetic adventure.
Great poem, the images of the gas station line and the dairy cases now married to this feeling. Epic and cinematic. Thank you.