POETRY

Distant Shores

I bottled all that was worth saying

and slipped into the sea,

longing to be found on distant shores.

Around me the tumultuous tide

tumbled; waves crashed with

a dark anxiety; spit me

into the blue violence.  

I paddled, but with no effect; swam,

but with no arrival. I drifted

along the horizon until the current

gently lifted me onto the shoreline

by the smoothest of ripples.

There, in baptismal foam,

I found myself where I first began,

longing for distant shores,

only to arrive back at me.