December 28, 2017Surf Days
Surf days
when you said
nobody goes
on new adventures
anymore and
so we drove
out to the coast
and watched the tiny
waves do
nothing
to the shoreline, sat
on rocks
and drank the beer
that I had stolen
from my roommate, left
green bottles
blinking sun back
from the sand.
In the photo
that I pinned up to old walls for years
and then stuck
in the center of a book, I see
your hair a question mark, your
eyes
the darkness curled up inside of a shell
the world around you
lit
with lines and gray, but most of all just
you
so very young—my best
best friend
the smartest
kid I ever knew, some
kind of god
who lifted sand
and sent stars flying
everywhere.
How did we love and hurt and care
and turn to nothing
after that?
from Ekphrastic Challenge