I Am

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I am an ocean storm

Wayward when I should be leeward

Spraying spindrift into my own eyes

Pounding elegant, gilded shores with my tumult

Expecting it to give way to my brazen demands


I am a hushed lagoon

So close to freedom I can taste its tang on my tongue

Incarcerated inland instead

My docile, mirror blue surface

Covering depths I’ve no energy to explore anymore

 

I am a clammy swamp

Rabid water chomping on my disrobed roots

Identity indecision evident

Half myself, half a stranger, half dead

Hurdling, blushing, towards the abyss

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