We shall not dive into oceans or be obliterated by the sun.
Our crimes of leisure and solitude will remain
incomprehensible. One day we’ll explain
our disdain for lizards and moths.
Across the moon we’ll lay our shadows,
both unseen like morning stars.
Gulls will hunt our scent as we wander the coast,
full of strawberry wine. Hermit crabs
will devour our forgotten crumbs,
threadbare clothes keep us humble
as we incant melodies, tumbling down dusty avenues.
To drown in this sound will be paradise,
to hear our voices echo and entice—
for we have travelled long, to give you this one gift, our song.
Kevin J.B. O’Connor received his MFA from Old Dominion University, and will start a PhD in English program at University of Kentucky in the fall. He has published poetry in numerous journals, including Bayou Magazine, Glassworks, Flare: The Flagler Review, Hawaii Pacific Review, and Visions International.