One day I will be in the ocean
and there he will stand.
At the tip of the coast
our eyes will meet from a distance
as he looks out toward me
past the shore
past all of the little specks of sand
and everything and everyone else that blends in with those specks of sand.
He will have no eyes for the surface.
He will only have eyes for the deep blue of the sea
the way it sparkles under moonlight
the way it quiets in the morning while the world sleeps.
He’ll look past it all
and without pulling his eyes away
make a beeline for the current
crashing through the waves and the wind and the wild.
My legs are getting tired of staying afloat.
They are so tired.
My body is cold .
The tides have torn me in many directions.
In the process my heart has shattered
the seawater has drunk my salt
but I knew he would be worth the wait
so I found a way to stay afloat on my own
and when I thought I couldn’t hold on any longer
he was there.
Maybe a little bloody
maybe a little bruised
I take in all that he is
wash his wounds with my sugar
and the burn of the salt fades away.
He is there.
He has arrived.
He is paddling right in front of me
because he knows
you won’t meet a woman like me
on the shore.
You won’t meet a woman like me
unless you swim out
into the middle of the ocean.