the slow departure: water borne, nearly unconscious, allowing for the sudden arrival of light, granting shape to the outlines of things, we struggle to swim while twilight demarcates a world about to begin. No punctuation or clarity, the analemma of a sea-bend shearing away, interventions of tussock marking the distance, we part the water, easing ourselves forward, uncertain now whether we are swimming or being borne by the current’s invitation: the way it decides without having to, delineating, without intending to take any particular shape. Seamed with salt spray, bobbing inquiries of seaweed curl, adrift and questioning: an invitation to consider how far beyond the shoreline we will go, how far toward the waves, the interventions of this need, the uncertain imperative to make sense of things.
From: Vol.09 N.01 – A Poetics of Rights
slow departure / uncertain imperative
by
Declan Fry