What is my message?
Do I have anything to say in this twenty-ounce plastic space?
Released in the water, floating toward the sea
And, who will receive this message on the other side of the world?
Their bare feet licked by the ocean
My wet bottle dripping in their hands
Will they open it or toss it carelessly back to me?
Back across the sea
And, if they opened it, would they find a blank white piece of paper?
Or maybe just the words
I’m sorry.
Or I’m lonely
Would you be my friend across the sea?
Are you lonely, too?
Do you need a friend?
And would you write a letter back to me?
And, would it reach me?
Here in the mountains where there is no sea.
And then I realize there is no message in my bottle except…
I’m sorry.
I have no message.
I just wanted to reach out.
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