when the tides come in
and pull at the soles of my feet
          unbalance 
                             me.
(grown used to a sensation of falling
i have, i’ve 
       fall
     en
many times before, again i’ll 
       fall
many times over.
many times over.)

when the sweet warm welcome of
a pulse-line and jersey --
it was quite 
                            unexpected (the
                                                        tide),
took me by surprise
but hold and fortress came boxed in
a silhouette i knew to be

You.