I can feel the salt
Swirling and circling
To burrow out my nose,
I know what divides us.
It is so broad and flat,
And yet filled
With so many peaks,
You are right to fear drowning.
There is solid land
For each of us to stand on,
But not together,
You must come across.
If you get cold or tired
Think only of me,
You will be warm then,
And stronger too.
Come, come down
And ignore the brine,
Hold your head up
So that I may see you.
But if you choose to stay
On your beach,
Thinking it’s warmer than me,
Then we will never be together.
Ben Nardolilli is a twenty-five-year-old writer currently living in Arlington, Virginia. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, One Ghana One Voice, Caper Literary Journal, Quail Bell Magazine, elimae, Super Arrow, Grey Sparrow Journal, A Hudson View, The Toucan, Contemporary American Voices, Eudaimonia Poetry Review, Rabbit Catastrophe Review, Gloom Cupboard, and Beltway Poetry Quarterly. In addition he maintains a blog at htt://mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is looking to publish his first novel.
