Currents
Rachel Busse, MS4; University of Louisville SOM

you're separate from the world like some rare island culture

grown wild and strange from the isolation

filled with whole seasons and species i can't imagine.

again and again you tell me how your perspective appears

you tell me of the magenta greens and the whole

current of unseen constellations and the rhythm

of a different coast and you tell me of

the stretch of casual sky which nearly shatters you.

the lit visions don't scare me - it's the darkness -

i don't know if you can forget its inky drippings;

i don't even know if you'll want to let it go.

i'd tell you that a lonely island is not for you

but this canvas of land on the other side

has no mystery in its midnights

it is too far overstepped in human sounds

and patterns in the sky even your ancestors couldn't see -

so i'll meet you here, sometimes, in this ocean,

on days when our own houses have grown still and unbearable.

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