I left something buried
in the sands of Ormond
twenty-one years ago
where I’d look upon 
these women covered
with ocean salt outlined
by impossibility and wind
something so wild and perfect
shouldn’t exist among a low
fumbling country boy who
had no business being where
he was

in the sand
stared up at the Hale-Bopp
of those people
far away taking thier lives
in hopes
of finding a home
among the stars
yearning for a place to 

I haven’t felt heartbreak
for a force of nature since
as if someone I loved
lived in the water
and all it would take
is to step in
and find her hand

I hope those people
all those years back
found what they needed
extinguished the depths
of whatever this is 
heaving against my chest