Julie Hashimoto-McCreery | Kaua'i South Shore

Salt Depths

Love and skies, shells of bodies,
waters of dislocation.

Everything is underwater,
your teeth and wastelands,
and the bests.

We are grounding gods
into ourselves,
our bones and brittle miles.

Let’s fascinate this recklessness,
shorelines of ourselves,
scarce outlines of endless treading.

Leave the missing to skies
and barren floats,
among depths
deemable as madness plunging.

As bodies of silence,
salt in our skins
and wildness,
as desserts
and mountains,
sources of blue scarce

Our bodies as waters,
our waters.