sestina!

[snoopyhatesyou]

haha, wow, allison, you're right, sestinas are really badass. i looked it up and got into it immediately. this is what happened, i guess.

In the ocean, no rocks go rolling.
Of course, they do not hesitate to swim
with small guppies, chasing the color of mint
that launched, shining brightly, forward today.
Of course, the fisherman knows
where it goes: always

back up the river, always
dragging on his rope, rolling
along the water’s crest - that speeding breeze knows
where they’re going: they swim
the same speed as his motor-boat today.
Of course, the water trail tastes a light pinch of mint,

yet, perhaps, what could have been mint
could have been as simple as air, always
fading with the passing sun. Today
rocks settled at the peaks of valleys came rolling
down to see the sun from beneath the threshold. Swim
if you dare to, sweet rocks! - but fate knows

the sun a vagabond, knows
all the beautiful shades of mint
a net, luring these fish to swim,
like ripping currents, to push stones always
just further. Of course, rolling
into the sea now is the sun - today

is finished forevermore. Today
the sea lights up and still no guppy knows
where he is going, simply rolling,
with aching vibrations, in search of mint -
they wonder, do shades always
consume me, or just now? Swim

and be consumed, sweet rocks, swim
and learn the truth today.
The sea, too, is filled with shades, always
hinting that the sun, alone, knows
just what is the color of mint.
In the ocean, all fish are rolling.

Of course, the sun, though it may swim, still knows
that today will last like mint,
one color, always changing, keeping us rolling.