The bottle broke when it hit the rocks
I am on the loose now, floating and swirling with joy.
I love the current and the wind.
The ink dissolved,
I cannot recall the words.
But I have the sense of the message.
Before fading in the water, the ink underlined a bit of the river,
which was worth the watch,
but also sad!
I feel like I have been here before
this is not the first time
that I am floating and swirling in these waters.
my sadness is old
I feel like having been folded
by the same crease again and again
I cannot recall the words, I am blank now
perhaps soon to be to torn in pieces
by the seagulls and the bees
the message got lost maybe
But, I will keep the sense of it
What happens to the meaning when a letter breaks loose?
Is it like a missing stone on a necklace
or perhaps in a graveyard?
Is anyone searching for it?
or some meanings are not to be found
but to be lost?
hence released in the Lethe in my case,
in a fragile bottle, on a curious paper…
I still wonder.
So, I will keep the sense in case.