and every few steps the ocean appears

“seaview”
the harbour once undesirable now craved

but you couldn’t possibly be a part of the problem

hand crocheted table clothes line porches beside barbecues
insides and outsides equally lived in
but I just pass
through

perfectly impermanent my time here lasts as long as my walk to school

and my hair gets caught in my lip balm and struggle with my bag and i try to look away from up and begin to look back down
i cast my eyes out for sea
+ reel back in tiny patches -snatches of Rebecca Solnit’s

blue