I linger in the opalescent pools For seconds of eternities. When they press forward I Push back my hands and wait. The next wave breaks soon.
It doesn't matter If others have pressed here On these same grains of sand. The imprints are made soft and falter. And so I stand and let the Granules bury my feet and Establish them.
Oh, how far have others swam? Have their feet left the ground? For now I only hover, And the wave crests and lifts Me to the dusk.
Soon they'll carry me out on a New moon. Soon they'll ease me back. And I don't care which water has been Here before. Moments can be replayed and Returned and tossed, but I'll hug the horizon and Let my fingers slip from the coastline.
I wrote this poem about the anxious excitement that a new relationship inspires.