standing at the shore
with the ocean waves
clarity comes and moves away
sometimes
smaller, calmer
washing the mud between my toes
some days
rouge
destroying my sand castles of contentment
leaving me soaked up in more muddle
and on rare days, it brings me shiny pebbles and sea shells, clear enough that I can see my face
pulled and pushed by the moon
that is my heart
new and full at times
I feel it with the spring tides
I try
to hold on
but like the sand on the shore
clarity slips through my fingers
no matter how hard i try and cling on to it
maybe that's the beauty of it
that it demands to be redefined everytime