Apnea
Swim fast,
towards wrecks already lost;
dive down beneath
and look!—
here, the chaos sown—
push past to the surface,
next the horizon;
where the new spring waits.
Apnea
I almost named this poem "Lacuna."
Image Credits + Author's Note:
Originally published in 2019, this post included personal life updates that will feel outdated by the time you read this. I have reformatted to include the contents of the original poem included in the artwork only.
Images: Golden Gate Bridge (via @ericluis) · Green room with stairs (via @designmilk) · Storm surfer (via @sebzanella) · Amber eye (by Corinth Suarez) · Shipwreck (by Andreas Dress) · Black and white crashing wave (via @victorrcostta) · Swimming coi (by Corinth Suarez) · Beliefs and create quote (via @designsponge)
Graphic by Victoria McGinley
February is the month for me. Despite being a short month it drags and drags – and the weather in San Francisco hasn’t been helping. Hang in there!
On the plus side, at least we’re out of drought conditions for the year. But I feel you…I’m ready for some sunshine here in SF!