I Return 

from howler monkey space
to the bottom of this lagoon
the yellow tape
snakes between the rocks

this is not water
but the tears
of ancient drowned mariners
washed ashore
struggling to collect the tape

Many cats effortlessly floating by
”you do not need that air mask”
they are wordless in their mewing
their reassuring purrs

Above the observation is
“he will never collect all that yellow tape”
from this clear vibrant blue inlet

dying is not the only option
in imagination space

July 5, 2024 SGL Brunswick, ME