Fort Island Trail Beach, Crystal River
Break your callus, across plain:
A point-of-no-return impact we
Made—I didn’t know it then.
It was real in the sand with fingers
Spread wide. Wrote a note to myself,
You’ll be OK.
Cold sidewalks in December: Christmas
Lights, like auras, fringe and sparkle—
Well-lit, caught in the corner of eyes.
Walk scrapped knees,
Of all light, spread beams
Widen to cross me—
I didn’t know it then.
I’m not waiting with blood down my shins,
Tripping, stubborn I am.
Rubbed-wrong wrists and scalded palms
Held-fingers closed, into a fist; I am…
A wrapped promise,
Saved for myself,
To keep warmth in.