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.