The Ocean
Boggle my mind with the ocean in you. High tide and low tide I'm swept
into the water. Twisted tormented taken and tolled through the course that
is Love. The curse that is love in your eyes. It is how I know. The problem
with the ocean is that it never gives back. It takes out to sea what it will. It
begs for all it can get and doesn't care if you live or die, and it always
waves an insincere goodbye. And once it has stolen everything you had
that made you you, your body lay shipwrecked washed upon the rocks
and the sand. You're a new member in the circles that bind each living
thing to another, and you will become nothing but dirt, piling high on a
sandy beach. Be not apologetic or regretful, every second in that ocean
was worth the beating you took. Remember when it embraced you ever
so tenderly and took you under. It was worth being that alive. Do you
remember what it was like being able to breathe under water? I remember.
I remember you.
Written by
Heather Herman