I threw a bottled-letter into the ocean

hurled it with all my might

thinking, the harder I throw,

the faster you’ll receive the message.

Emptiness hangs around me now

I think the bottle is still floating in the ocean,

or perhaps,

languishing in the acidic stomach of a giant whale

Glass slowly melting,

the paper a squishy mess

It’s now a paste with messy markings,

a decaying soup of stomach acid

has swallowed my intentions.

If you are looking for my letters

the whale blew them into the air

jet-streamed into the ether,

Thousands of letters scattered in the wind

If you are looking for my message

it’s all around

scattered about

Piece it together if you want,

I’ll be waiting by the entrance.

– A. Garcia