31 days in MAY

Bottled Up

Drowning in moonlight,
Waves pushing it deeper.
In its emptiness it floats-
Lightened by letting go.
But it cannot stay empty.

It fills up with moonlight,
With water,
With sea-
The emptiness, slowly,
Bubbling away.

It grows heavy,
Heavy
And heavier.
Sinking.
Deeper
And deeper.

Perhaps it reaches a point,
Where there is no deeper.
Where it feels like nothing,
And its insides and outsides
Freely exchange,
Freely combine.
Separated only,
By its skin.
But skin that is
No longer whole.

Is it empty?
Is it full?
Is it open?
Or, simply broken?

Filled and surrounded
In a sea of moonlight.
Alone and lost.
Is this all it will be?
Or,
Will it someday
Be carried upon waves,
Washed ashore,
Emptied again
Onto sandy coasts.

Maybe then,
It'll fill again.
But this time,
With something different,
Something final.
And find it's place
Buried in the sand.

Or just maybe,
That glass bottle
Will be picked up
And its life recycled.

~A