The Thief of Tides
I linger in the dark mouths of pipes,
telling drifting tales of migration.
I slide beneath steel gates,
folding myself into the creases of industry’s breath,
feeling the heat of its pulse as it hums.
I am the wanderer, the thief of tides.
I am the silent saboteur,
hitchhiking the waves of globalization.
I bind myself to the pulse of the engine,
slipping between tongues and tides,
gleaming with memories of distant shores.
I listen to the heartbeat of the world and call it home.
found, made or purchased elements: glass fiber, epoxy, acrylic-one, acrylicpaint, pigment, casseine, pencil, fake lashes, found objects from Barreiro industrial park and collected shells from Praia do Bico do Mexilhoeiro, 2024
image credit: Samual Duarte