love in the age of reason
July 11, 2018
used to be
when the waters of love lapped
around my ankles
the tide tugged insistently
i found myself in the salty deep
cold water over my head
swimming free in exultation
no matter that I soon landed
back on the beach
battered and shivering
i’d flirt with the waves
seeing how close i could cut it
before they pulled me away
drunk on anticipation
eager to find myself
in deep surrender
when I started writing this
i thought:
“now
i can just stand here
accepting what the waves offer
without losing myself in them”
but I do not know
whether the time ever comes
when a reasonable person
is safe from the tides
sandcastles can’t even protect
themselves