Day 2: The Turning of the Tide


out to the farthest horizon and

never come back



Keep going

shed all your skins,

your belongings mean nothing out there

where the edge meets the sky



I run and I run

out to that place

with my mind and soul and body

I run



Come back!


you’re needed yet at the shoreline

The high tide mark still holds

the detritus of your life

which you never



have managed to shed



I lap the flotsam with my watery form


to be turned again

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