oceans

there are times

when they are ripples.

fleeting in between

the seams

of dreams

still out of reach

but enough to believe

in the lives we lead.

and

there are times

when they are oceans.

and

I am drowning.

and

the seams

of dreams

still out of reach

aren’t enough to believe

in.

and

all we have

are the strings

 

i’ve been having more of those

-and i’m gasping for the shore.

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Victor Carvalho