dear you

you are a wave
you swim out onto the shore- maybe wrestle with the starfish
see the sky, feel the sand, pool around the little feet of children
it's quite a trip is it not.

wading, floating

drowning

sinking


but

remember

back to the ocean that's where you'll go running back to,
on your knees,

against the crashing tidal waves,

pleading mercy

and you know it.

we all do.

p/s


don't bother.
waves can't use life jackets.