The sea and I

I have a friend who is always so composed in the face of change.

When I think of change as the sea, I meditate on my own relationship with it, I aim to float steadily.

The sea is never as still

As the night you swam in it

You wanted nothing but to be carried

No expectation, of furthering or nearing sand

And so the sea took you back to land

 

It always feels my anticipation

So the waves roar

Unknowing of future, unfocused on present

All too expectant and uncertain

Endlessly planning to better their biggest

And so I stay stranded

Until the sea and I are finished