The Disintegration of Me

The Disintegration of Me

Situations of I

The disintegration of me

is easy to see.

  Oh, me….

The sand beneath my feet

wears my feet

Smooth, wears the shells and rocks, wears everything

of everything,

and me

watching.

  

I am a shell under the feet of the sea.

My defeat whispers

softly.  My feet

push through sand and heel into the coolness below,

into everything.

  

The disintegration of me is easy.

I stand sideways, and waves push and pull, crash and recede,

smoothing,

polishing,

wearing me

free.

[- excerpt from upcoming book, "Situations of I," a collection of short stories & essays.]