Marcus Webb
12 poems
08/01/2025 00:00h
my luggage went to lisbon
i went to oslo
we were reunited
four days later
i bought one shirt
wore it three days
ate everything
had the best week of the year
05/03/2025 00:00h
In a storm at sea
there is nothing to do
but wait
and keep the bow pointed
into the waves
that's all you can do
point toward the thing
and wait for it to pass
02/16/2025 00:00h
The bay at low tide
is a different bay
smaller and less dramatic
and full of things the high tide hid
i like low tide for this
the revealed parts
the honest version
11/30/2024 00:00h
people ask why i travel alone
like it needs an explanation
like staying needs one too
i travel alone because
i am the only one i always have with me
09/05/2024 00:00h
I was in mumbai for the monsoon once
the whole city stopped
then the rain started
then the city started again
in rain
06/17/2024 00:00h
Underwater the noise stops
everything slows down
i've found it's the only way
to think sometimes
i go under and stay until i need air
which is a metaphor
but also literally true
03/30/2024 00:00h
Three hours in an airport
in a country where i don't know anyone
eating a sandwich from a chain
that exists everywhere
i've learned to love layovers
the in-between
01/14/2024 00:00h
Rain in tokyo
rain in glasgow
rain in nairobi
all the same sound
everything else different
the rain is the constant
10/09/2023 00:00h
The current takes you
if you fight it you tire
if you follow it you go somewhere else
i've been thinking about this
not about swimming
07/22/2023 00:00h
Night ferry across the channel
sleeping upright in a plastic chair
cold coffee from a vending machine
none of that matters when morning comes
and france is there
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