Marc Nair (b. 1981)
SELECTED POEMS
#6
Warm currents tug at our toes
as we walk between undying bottles.
The occasional frog splays in death,
holding an omen or a kindness.When the sun sets the beach inks
itself into an invisible roar of waves.
Bulbs of sea fruit, long forgotten,
slowly harden into dreams.If a jellyfish were to sting you,
first there is an electric surge,
all the lights going on at once;
and then comes the pain.
by Marc Nair
from The Earth in our Bones (2023)
