Waves Poem by Maya Hanson

We stay here
with the clock ticking,

we make no decisions
we might not regret,

we make every decision
and leave them all behind us when dawn breaks.

I sit here on your skin,
hang worlds from the corners of your mouth

and now we are a mountain,
I can taste the snowcaps,
depending on the day we are summiting
or drowning in the floods below us,

every moment brings a new wave
sometimes I ride it and
sometimes I collapse.