elina's palette

the last kiss  in the airport – how little  did I know  my life would demand  all that I hold tightly to my chest a net to carry  groceries and holes  where even nightmares  don’t catch succumb to this fate   see my family  twice a year, my sister  maybe more  and two, three friends  I talk daily about  the inevitable the ordinary separated once again  my fear and love  – an ocean  a  sea of dreams  I once believed I still believe when did I become a series of goodbyes   ELINA RINDLE

Potential slumbers  within you – a tiger In hibernation it will rip you  apart if you don’t  wait, it will surely kill you  My tiger rides the ocean  like it flows and ebbs, waves  shattered on the land the sand – crystals of believing in my eye, heavy once again  the periphery – the whole world  at the horizon a deep dark place  that still brings life and a sky  that erupts in lighting they battle for the tiger  each day – impossible to touch Should i rise                      or fall            or is sleeping fine? ELINA RINDLE

searching, searching, surging surfacing from underneath underwater we float, get lost in the lack of weight – a pause in time, the beating of heart in the ear, fall into the wave to come out underneath surging from searching   butterflies in the sky, the sand my eyes, a salty cove of  restless energy, surging, begging for movement but a force to a halt move still, run calm across your skin and prickly on your palms – we emerge from the wave, found ELINA RINDLE