Cross Currents

I. He

Impulses suffuse synaptic gaps
as movements repeat; the monotonos
slap-drag of mop upon granite
is a catalyst for thoughts that keep
returning him to a ship in the sea
where currents are swift,
and waters are deep.

II. She

Scenarios unfold in her mind
as she wipes the ocean’s spray off
mirrored glasses, notices the ship
seesawing on the horizon. She studies
the surf; it stirs unsettled by a rip tide’s tug.
Swimming would be dangerous,
but she longs to be refreshed.

© 7/03 by Cookala