MonuMental

As sand crumbles through my fingers changes circle me and swallow

documented, noted, set afloat in drifting bottles

I throttle ocean currents permanently on the tides

and watch the continental drift amidst the oceanic rise

I wander silent tides into a worn appreciation

til the dunes erode to sediments the hour glass has taken

Sun forsaken, salted, dried and time decayed from tumbled waves,
the water wades upon me talking humbly to my presence

My Caribbean soul engulfs a mortal body’s essence

We spread horizon wide and rest appreciative in bed

for anytime our spirits drift with more ascension than they ebb

The fate of anchors weigh on me though weight is just illusion

chained to frames of endless name compressing what was buoyant

Changes make the music, grooves between the moving currents

sings the smoothest words of praise forever raising my assurance

When the bottles drift for centuries they bring with them commitment

understanding that the contents can’t combine with outer liquid

for salinity’s obtrusion can degrade the basic truths when

the ancient honored movements touches aqueous solution

I’ve hurricanes and tidal waves to crush the dreams of many

Pulling weight from out the heavens to assault the bodies living

Where our sediments can mix returning soul to soil and sand

springs a reef beneath the surface catching remnants in its hand

When you break the lies of gravity we sink beyond the skies

Hence the reason why we leave our breath beyond the times and tides