The Drift Line

Holding the hands tightly
An involuntary shudder
Courses through the flexor digitorum profundus
Lungs filled with salt
A heartbeat ahead of the mistake
Lovingly wrapped in chains
Wind pounding into a tympanic membrane
Watering eyes
or is it something else
Push back the tide
to tell of this no more
and find a hole of solace
Where deaf ears and mute mouths
are the only company to keep
Inside an hourglass
Under sunlights reflection
a fond goodbye
is never heard
and a long farewell
is the final act of kindness
at the edge of sanity

The flexor digitorum profundus continues to shake

-s 20090422