pacific friendships

by 伊凌 yi ling

falling asleep around midnight and breathing in the stake lodged sharply in my throat and waking into whirling seascapes, only by afternoon i return to walking on sealegs on land

a dear dear friend, returned to his pacific shore, telling stories of his naturopath doctor’s visit and the crying as he uncovered the sinews if lost solace running through his work and love and wheat longing in a return to his mother.

bless these friendships that weave a way through water🌊