Sometimes I get the urge
To run
And hide
And find the nearest dark spot
And cover my head
So I don’t have to feel for a second

In the same vein
Sometimes I want
To run to the water
An ocean
Any ocean
And have it swallow me whole

This isn’t a new feeling
The sense of calm as
The water rushes over me
And the moment
Where her song echoes
And twists around mine

Creating a faux haven
Where calm is guaranteed
The calm that only
Comes from the quiet of
A watery tomb.

This urge seems to grow
When I’m stressed
Alone
Uncertain
And her call echoes.

Is that why I don’t like the beach?
The certain uncertainty,
The calm and horror I feel
Watching the waves run
And return
And wax
And wane

The never ending drumbeat
Echoing, calling, yearning
To embrace my shaky mind
And become one
At last.