sinking

when love flows

who knows the way the tide will go

as the ocean calls

will our longing burst the banks

of forgetting

as we recall

all the times of being embraced

in the open arms of kindness

or will the river

running silted with hurting and regret

be the force

that dams the flow of love

even as its calling

causes the cells of our being

to vibrate with the memories

of old aches

Here at times I am

either

one or the other

ocean or river

at rest or resonating

with all of these

imprints

echoing

like the waves of a moving tide

hitting the shore line

sometimes I swim

and sometimes drown

in this ocean

sometimes there is no way to see

the sight of clear land

stretching out before me

losing the way to present time

I dive so deeply

into that place

where being is erased

seeking the ones who fell

into the liminal space

between the worlds

beckoned by their

haunting echoes

lost to the world

held captive

under the dead weight

of my heartbreak

sinking

all at mercy

of the blue tides

while not a glimpse of sunlight

is left

to light the path

home

I lost the way to