Break the Bottle

What a wonderful thing to wash up on the shore...

I want to find you with the ocean,

the message ordained by the breath

of Poseidon and his mighty Trident

Can you imagine if the Gods 

took this scribbled, scrabbled

ity-lil-bitty piece of my soul 

scattered across the page

And you broke the bottle

and you liberated it

We would stand shore to shore,

and we would know our

loneliness was shared 

So we could wade on in,

passed the shallows

and drown

A teeny tiny

ity-lil-bitty

smidge

Happier