here a view of the sea:
achy blue, w/ fresh mist knit

into your hair like wool. the surfers snip lithe lines,
taut watercolor cheer. she eyes the pleasantries. 

i have been deeply depressed
but start to see her as she is:

segmented & all one, at peace
w/ her ever changing roar.

did you ever think you could let your grief
pass by? did anyone tell you how?

no one told me. many years i stood by the sea, 
hollow, slow in her toil, me in my own shit,

torn on contradictions in the heart.
wet & broke, the sea crowns, winks. 

i thirst for theories to own, retool, tether, whet.
i feel unseen, but yoke eye to eye, keen low. 

then, 
         a hush.

Katy Ilonka Gero is a poet and writer who spent the first half of her life in Australia, the second half in the US, and has recently returned to the land down under. Her first book of poetry, The Anxiety of Conception (Nothing to Say Press 2025), includes 217 prose poems that are re-ordered for every printing of the book.