To the poet in the menacing crowd:
I am beckoning you.
I am falling in love with the warmth of your smile,
Because for now,
It’s what keeps me from drowning.
I have no ocean to gaze at,
No comforting sun,
Even the snow has wavered its sparkle,
And the moon seems to have quietly gone.
I’ve grown tired and weary of structure,
Nauseated by what people so randomly say
So for now, you are both
The seamless sea and the endless ripple,
And the vessel that keeps wreckage at bay.
It’s hard for me to catch my bearings
And can only imagine how this reflects into you.
So… what if?
We would just float into the grace of each other,
And find safety on a little island for two?
But…… what if?
The sirens start blaring
Or the ocean bed becomes undone?
What if all the what ifs start swimming straight at us
And instead of going all in we go down?
What if words and waves forever engulf us?
Then we’d both be lost at sea!
The ocean knows
The floating is upon us,
Because the floating is us.
But for stars to align
We will need to dive deep
Into the countercurrents of our nature
And allow the power of us to discover its thing.
It’s tempestuous madness to dive into the unknown
Because only time and tide
Can show you how to ripple.
And yet we go under
Hoping that love is just this soft, watery substance
That will naturally teach us to swim.