Un-Shore
along love's edge, apprehensive to dive in
You
use words
to distance
yourself
from emotion.
Like a child drawn to the ocean,
wonderstruck:
by its depth,
by its magnitude,
by its mystery.
Yet you cannot swim.
So alone
you stand,
tipetoeing ever so close to the edge,
feet dancing beside Adam's ale,
earth wiggling between each toe;
mesmerized by ebb and flow.
Still, stranded at shore
with dreams of floating away
taunting you so
you allow some water
to kiss your skin.
Some day—you say—
you will dive in.
With waves retreating
to the source
you creep closer,
hopelessly drawn in:
by its call,
by its calm,
by its promise.
Is today the day?
Happiness bubbles like foam,
as birds glide across abyss,
akin to arches against sand,
spellbound by sea and
the prospect of finally
knowing the feeling:
of freedom,
of release,
of surrender.
But as waves form— once more—
more insurmountable than before
resisting joy's urge
necessitates a retreat,
so you run,
narrowly escaping,
to the cold comfort of
isolation,
"safe" but on shore.
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