lost at sea
adrift
with no consolation
sunk cost
misspent energy
shunned
so close to shore
denied from mooring
i am nothing to no one—
empty vessel
numb oars
every shadow on the water—
fin or tree?
shapeshifting clouds
hide the oft-timid sun
and bear a constant drizzle
of unease and
m o c k e r y
Riding Waves
At dawn the waves batter the reef, crashing and churning— a tempest. At noon, rolling far from shore, the peaks and troughs flatten,
bored and ambivalent under an
uncaring sky. But soon enough the waves
crawl back to shore storming the rocks once more,
and once more
the churning tempest.
So it is, my appetite
for you.
M. Ocampo McIvor was born in the Philippines, raised in Toronto, Canada, and currently lives in Seattle. After a career in technology, Ocampo McIvor has returned to her roots to follow her calling in literature. Her work has been featured in The Bangalore Review, Burningword Literary, Rigorous, Spillwords, Streetcake Magazine, and others . She is the author of Ugly Things We Hide and Who Knows You Best.
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