Pollack_Between

Ihavejustseenabeautifulthing.attheveryedgeoftheworld.mylegsdangleoverthecliff’slip,body outstretched, curved, an ess against the sea. the water so still I see all that is beneath it— deep, dark, becoming— it is me who dives, like a flying fish, flight. Between the two and hungers. fall the why, Between beautiful dirt, thing, its must in I buried leap nails toreachyou?can’twemeethalfway,somehow?you—atthetipofmytoes,andI—clingingtotheearth