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
Nwyfre 