YOU WOULDN'T SAY

but that was that,
how things cross each other...
oppose each other like
invisible eyes in the wind.
A vast trim.
I swam along the causeway
and it was like I half-remembered
or half-guessed in a dream,
the ripples went their way,
see manes
all running towards land
but the current underneath
pushed towards the open sea,
so distintly opposite.

I climbed back on the farthest stones
just in time, just in time,
before being gently carried away...
and that's the core of my diary for today.