Weight Bells

Barren like broken coral I wander the desert alone a nautical map in my mind of sand’s gristles coalescing Fins and snorkel thirst for wet suit and pursuit as bubbles disappear in quick sand and sink holes glisten and simmer Down at the ‘see bed’ right next to Atlantis rings in sunken dreams Oasis looms and teases a free flowing spindle drowns hope in foreshore’s drought As dunes of loneliness grind my lungs and ponged prong remembers to chill in the perspiring heat I am ambivalent of whether it was a good idea to trade my life buoy for an anchor