Light
A poem about hypomania...
Light
Far too beautiful, the way the wave crests just in time
with the overflow of love here on dry land
the way the sun pours quickly almost too quickly
across the wet impossible sands.
No it doesn’t leave me wordless
but I’m too near the sun here and it’s all too bright.
Back off, happiness, you’ve got me stranded.
I could do with some ordinary light.