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