here's to hoping for the tide to come in soon
10:59 pm & 05.08.07
& so i've noticed the trend
in the way the waves ebb & flow
beginning with acquaintance
(first touch of cold water at your toes)
leading to attachment
(the love for the mastery of holding your breath or staying afloat)
leading to anger
(a slip & water seeping into your lungs)
reaching loss
(cannot see the light from beneath the dark of the water).
patience wears this
as does strength, eventually.
even the strongest swimmers have the ability to sink.
i suddenly care far too much
as i watch them slip slowly,
swallowed by the sea.
we end &
cannot be
resuscitated.
i silently lament,
mind always near the sea,
close enough to taste the salt
on my fingertips.
i rub my eyes
until the salt stings
& my eyes cannot open.
instead of watching again,
i sleep.