Melon Regatta

"Where has the horse gone?  Where has the rider gone?"

An innate sense of fear,
in the blood,
the taste of salt water and the
gritty salve of sand,
answer is hidden.

Her work is meaningless.
His critique was heartless.

But in survival, in the details,
there is no perfect yes or no,
no sudden, simple way of writing,
and becoming lost in the words
as they blur on the page and couple
together, holding back nothing, and
making no sense,
this is how we hold on to humanity. 


~Hammeh