you are multitudes

is the ocean a mirror or a skin?

you curve (in a wave) as tide runs out and then
runs in (as though all was)
always momentum
you time you notice you turn feeling you recognize
as you stretch and you bend
arch fingers on proof
skim tunnel slide and you float
(you dream bones shine under skin)
scoop chunks of the light over limbs
neither out now nor in
you buoyant