even swimmers can drown

[dswildfire]

sleepless summer nights
draw out those thoughts,
buried under topsoil,
which you so desperately seek to keep hidden
behind folds of soaked posterboard.

it nonetheless makes for a nice sidewalk
the footprints leaving migraines
sometimes called memories
otherwise known as fondness,
synonymous to freeboard

but the climb is not too steep
nor the height too frightening
your hands slip though
as they try to grasp the loose kelp
which you have mistaken for flotsam

the pride of any explorer
if only you could run aground,
or at least anchor nearby,
until the next continental shift
the sunrise is rather daunting.