I want to write a poem
about being swept away in the ocean
except everyone else is being moved
and I am the tidal wave moving them
but I am not the tidal wave
and you will not move for
me
instead,
we are both being moved
and the wave is something
greater, hiding openly in
the shadows of our lives
there are no unmovable objects
but there are unstoppable forces
so I wrote a poem
about the tug/push/shove/drag of
the ocean
about digging my feet into the sand
and finding just enough purchase
about seeing how long I could hold on
about feeling myself weaken and give way
about falling, eventually, into the sea’s arms
and floating away, lost on the world