Worlds away from worlds away

A night’s sleep squandered
on dreams and reality
filled with mosquitos

Semi-circles carved
by the squat waves and rip tides
lining the whole beach

Rocking with the swell
upon a traditional
Sundanese wood skiff:
wooden planks, earthen
waterproofing, its posts worn
through by sliding ropes

Small pink fish, tip
yellow, organs screaming from
A moral crisis
spurred by such recreation,
this common pastime

Skin-diving under
heavy swell: surge toward rocks,
and wither like fear


About andrewwhiting

A sentimental and sarcastic poet, lover of language, traveling and nature (not a fan of the Oxford comma).
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