Identity
 
I walk by the sea with a black man's name on my back.
The sea stretches out on one side and the mountains on the other.
They know what they are, the sea and hills.
I walk slowly and look at all the people.
They all seem together, with others.
They all fit together.
 
I walk to the sea and look at it.
I leave the name on the shirt on the sand.
Walk into the water.
It raises up my body.
 
When i get in far enough.
I do what i always do.
Ask him to make me clean,
for one last time.
He cannot see the point anymore, he knows it will not last.
But he does it anyway he has to.
 
Under i go, under the water.
As i come up, i feel different as i always do.
Clean, fresh without sin.
Someone new.
I know that it will not last but it feels good now.
 
I do not put the shirt back on as i leave the sea.
Did i leave something in the sea?
By daybreak i will be unclean again, we both know that.
Will the sea, welcome me tomorrow.
We will see.