BAITBALL.

i close my eyes and hold my arms against the box like a prayer

He screams back at me like an answer.

i feel out of place but i am not scared when my eyes are closed.

he is stirring the water and the movement agitates the sand until the sand is the movement, 

flowing and spiralling and leading and bruising and swirling and falling and picking up again,

a beautiful unspoken acknowledgement of camaraderie through strangers’ eyes in the light pushing and pulling strangers’ bodies in the dark and

i am wrapped up and whole! i want to feel like this forever!

how can it be that everything is in its right place even with no calculations?

they continue to push and pull like the answer.

when it comes to an end, the sand settles to the bottom again and he settles too.

i want to know what he is thinking.

he is on his hands and knees with his head down in silence, 

like a prayer,

and like an answer we scream back to him