a shift of one thousand waves
quenching the thirst of six pavement blocks.
on a monday
i watched the streets fill with water.
an automobile floating on a median.
students slowly wading to school buses.
a boy playing pinball in a sunken corner shop.
all unaware of their drenched corduroys and
their soaked reasoning.
broken into a standard tread against the weight of living
not seeing the bright blue of sovereignty
slowly flooding their lives.
i tried to wade into that urban sprawl
but, the ocean seemed reflected by the horizon.
hoping for the fresh breath of relief
i was greeted with the stale taste of labor.

i drown in conformity
because i am one of them;
i don’t know how to swim.