Sometimes I see us both
at the ocean shore
looking out.
You are wading further out from me
wearing your swimming trunks
and cheerful broken heart.
I want to cry out, Come Back,
and I do
cry out.
But you are gone—
an ocean between us.
Swinging prayers
like lanterns over the deep,
I hope for the light to
reach you,
for you to surface,
a Chinook
in the hook of your hands,
realizing what a catch you are.
NPM Day 24