We all try to trick

the tide-

challenge the water’s connection

to the sun.

 

I kept swimming because it felt so good

to separate myself

from the sand,

as the sun set

I continued on.

 

The silvery stronghold

abreast

my every stroke,

and I was sure

I would not sink.

 

The golden crescent

threatening to dip below –

denial such a dangerous diva –

I was safe.

 

buoyant quickly turned to

fingers and toes

immersed within the earth,

and I knew I would never escape

the emptiness

 

without you.