I was certain she would come

I was certain she would come.

I was certain she would come.
There’s time here, it’s unbound by the action of the sea:
I thought that might bring her
Time spreading out like lithium
Our thighs breaking bread in the odd gas struck by light
Lit up tortoises dragging their bellies to the dry sand at night.
She is rising and falling with the sea into the dark


- Anatol Cordua © 2017