Maybe I should have come alone. Maybe if the clouds didnt resemble tombstones and I had brought something more upbeat to read the ocean wouldnt seem so final an ongoing thought carried to shore then taken away, washing the same green sock over and over again. Maybe if I was taking medication or at least St. Johns Wort, maybe if I had a chocolate bar to eat between breakdowns the seagulls cry would be more of a sigh and the waves wouldnt seem so blue. Maybe a lot of things. Maybe if I could slip into Sylvias mind, sort out the spices in her spice rack, alphabetize them and dust them off. Maybe then Id understand how its the little things that pull you under.© Kelli Russell Agodon
Previously published in Spindrift