Driftwood
From a distance,
It looked like an arm
In a long
Kimono sleeve,
Brown and flowing.
I imagined a small hand
Sticking out of the
Wet cloth,
Each finger clenched tight
Except the pointer.
I wanted to swim to the girl
Behind the hand,
Have her pull me into the water,
Show me where she was pointing,
And why.
Instead, I watched the wood
Drift from my view
Until it burned my eyes to look,
And I stared into the choppy grey sea
Left empty.