The Water Collection: A Sampling from the Snod

The End of the World

Maybe it’s because

we found freedom,

when we moved from bunk beds

into twins,

leaving our older sister 

alone

with no one to boss.

And, we made plans

to stay up 

all night

with our play mobile.

And now,

we jump off cliffs.

Feet first for you,

a fall for me,

timing our jumps

with the ocean surf.

I don’t want to jump.

But you do,

throwing yourself off without care.

Trusting the sea to catch you,

while I pray 

that it does.

And, we climb rocks,

bleeding from our feet.

And I think, 

we might 

actually

be 

crazy.