Thursday, December 11, 2014

Watery Oblivion


The sea calls to me
the waves crash
the wind blows
and I am drawn to the roughness of the surf and the depth of the water


Today there is no sun a front is moving in

I am filled with tears I cannot shed
Perhaps my tears desire to mingle with the salty ocean
to merge with their perceived kin


For the first time in my life, I want to walk out into the surf 


                                                             2014 Nov 1

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