I dived into light eyes once.
They were the only ones that hurt me
Since then I’ve only swum in brown,
a kindred sea,
whose waves echoed mine.
There’s an understanding in the darkness.
There is no end,
no guarantees of clear skies and open fields.
Only the unsustainable energy of coffee,
the uncertainty of sand,
and the lack of promises
that were somehow kind to me.