Steve Klepetar

One Day

Nothing occurs
but sky, that blue illusion,

and a white light headache,
tightness in the upper back

snaking slowly into pain,
and behind that, music –

sea songs rising from a
dozen throats, dolphins

half-submerged in a tidal flow,
and later broad ochre rocks

gathered like elephants,
bulbous and stoical in their bulk.

Steve Klepetar is terrible at relaxing, letting his mind go, and floating downstream.