i come and go,
i ebb and crash;
sometimes persistent,
sporadically ambivalent,
mostly unexpected.
drowning is often—
but just to see you once or twice over and over,
i come and go,
i ebb and crash again;
unsure and unclear
of where i am
in a vast ocean connected
to a skyline that would
take me forever
to explore.
to find that horizon is
a cycle that will always continue,
a process i’m free to do so,
but could never stop—
for the tides won’t ever allow.
i may never stay
buy i’ll surely drift
gently to the shore
back to you,
or with you.
before getting lost again;
but always finding my way
back to you,
or with you.
from the vault (circa 2018).