I hold too much water in me
There’s too much space to swim
Or so I’m told
An infinity of things that can go wrong,
When there’s that much room
For strange plants to grow
And who knows how far down it goes?
Or if the people in the village
Nestled right in by the waves edge
Would lose it all
If the tide came in too close
How in heaven,
Could we entrust our sons,
Could we entrust our boats?
After all that rocking and thrashing
After all the unpredictability she’s shown?
We’ve trashed and traumatized her sand and foam,
Left her thirsty and lapping at the shore she owns
Now she’s just a bit too close
A bit too vast to predict
Or control