(May 2022. I went to my first ever ‘Outsiders, Together’ meetup at Newport Beach. I met some cool people, but after smoking I decided to go be with myself. I walked off and found my own spot on the water’s edge, and was there I don’t know how long, getting back in touch with my body and with nature. I think it’s kinda funny that even with Outsiders, Together I still had to go be outside myself lol. Anyway this one is dedicated to Mari and Maddy.)
sinking
into—the
hereness
holy shit a big ass wave
holy shit i am wicked fucking wet
i’ve stepped back and settled again
clouds of rivuleting sand tiny billows
brown and brown forth and back
trickling pascal triangles settling
into sand the shape of waves
watercolor
(and the seams of black sand
shown from under brown in the riverwavecones stretching
from the shadow of my big toe
in the way of water and sand receding(
distant spurts of water
over occasional rocks like whales—
celebratory bursts of resistance
i remember the pacific
and the atlantic
are one ocean
as am i,
you,
we
and as the chill grows
and i return to evening’s tribe
i wonder what it means
to be outsiders, together?
Beatin' Paths ~~~ The journey to the Great American Novel 