Beneath the Undertow

Forever isn’t such a long time to wait
if you’re dealing it out in the lull
or running a finger along the concrete slab
curving back in one fluid rush

the transition leaves a crease where
your mind used to be & the lit-up grid of every
city you ever stumbled thru is left to burn
like a wildfire in a kelp grove

The mythic siren call turns out to be an ambulance
as you in yr sharkskin wetsuit
sweep in across the incandescent legacy
of scarred glass