28 Oct, 2020

Ocean Life

An aquatic poem.

I dive in the sea 
away from TV
to escape the sharks
who want to consume me
to be in currents
which pull me out
then deliver me in
to bring to my mind
that life is a cycle
a washing machine
always tumbling
downside up
spinning around
where’s the seabed?

when beaches erode
we pile up sandbags
for future storms
who knows what’s next?
we can’t prepare
for every risk
but we can’t let go
because we know
about consequence

and so I try
to strike a balance
within its flow
drift or swim
floating on tides
directing streams
raising dams
washing my tears
strive to accept
I’m only a drop
in this infinite
ocean life

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