It's hard to admit that
I don't know why and it doesn't matter
I've tried
I saw the clock
I had been sucked in
like an undertow on the sea
their foam was in my ears
their music was in my heart
my own drum was in the corner
under the bed
covered in dust
will you put your fingers on it
and wipe the hide clean
set it up and carry it to the beach
would you see me there
eyes glimmering with sun
beaming heart and chest
sandy toes