On-Sea Observations
Prose by Ada J. Raven
Mar 31, 2021
False and wilted silence with talking in the background…
quite the paradox.
The surrealist nature of the setting pleases me.
I can hear the magpies and waterfowl chirping,
screeching at each other.
Why do I not move?
Why am I sedentary?
My eyelids are heavy and my head swims,
but I don’t fall down.
I notice the rusted gate
in the window with what
looks like a Sankofa heart
on top of another, like the
one on my ankle but double.
It’s beautiful, rough, and craggy.
The air is peaceful and I think of
reading my book.
Maybe I’ll find some new synonyms to use…