Forlorn wishes

let go of the boat,
this water is meant to carry.
you’re a patched island.

do not use baskets.
to catch fishes with water hearts—
become a fetcher

drown in your music,
quick feet are clouds for sinking sands—
boy! just dance with ease

let go of the words,
the romanticizing of tears,
let go, let it go.

Ruddapoet