The Ocean

Dear Ocean,

Your essence flows in my blood,

Salty, viscous,

Expansive, bleeding into the horizon.

Arteries lead everywhere,

Sky-blue veins lap back.

Ebb and flow, ebb and flow…

Ebb and flow.

Dancing diamonds, a light show on the surface,

All the while concealing stone-cold waters and bone-crushing depths—the places the sun will never touch.

Some days, tranquil like glass…

Glass—heat and sand, stress plus grit.

Extreme pressures, prequels to the calm.

Glass—forever to create yet shatters in a second.

Adrift, battered by the winds and the storms and the swells—and the spaces between the waves.

Tossed by currents,

Pulled by tides, pulsing toward the shadow of the moon in the night.

Yet,

Somehow,

Slowly, methodically, steadily,

Eventually,

Your rhythm always carries me back to shore.

Love,

My Heart