First poem 

Listening to every word I have to say 

As if it is poetry 

The trails of an

endeavorment of meeting someone there 

Is something I don’t want to do for you

As I was drowning you tied rocks to my legs

But now I’ve hiked to the peak

Second poem

We have 22 minutes before we have to leave 

We all dread the 2 hours where our heads will be drowning in water at practice

Before we go we have something to check off our bucket list 

Head leaned backward out the window 

As the wind blows your blonde hair into knots 

I felt as there was a director is behind my eyes 

and I am the camera 

We made sure that the timing was perfect. Low tide is at 11. 

Walk down the getty as our feet get torn by the rough sand

The tall pile of rocks doesn’t seem to get closer but your heart rate rises. 

Your psalms scrape the granite as you try and pull yourself up to the top

Your friends go before you 

Leaving you to have no time to have fear

Weightless in the air

Soon to be swallowed by the sea 

You will never be here in this moment again