Standing
Wrist deep
Winds in the water
currents sweep
Plunging shallow
not deep
Water rippling
toward the shoreline
currents sweep

Edged out toward the sea
Surface of my skin
feels the tangy salt
waving the edges off of me

Floating edgeless
Floating endless
Oozing edges into the sea

aaaahhhhh all the edges are goooone

Seeing you in Tel Aviv at night
You are the prologue
the beginning of the book
you are the man in the picture
that I just took…..

I see you as good as I can see you

in the dark