Day 2: The Turning of the Tide

Go

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!

come

you’re needed yet at the shoreline

The high tide mark still holds

the detritus of your life

which you never

quite

yet

have managed to shed

 

 

I lap the flotsam with my watery form

waiting

to be turned again

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