i am the tide, but not what is carried.

Emotional undercurrents,

as rippling swells in indigo lungs, Tidal,

Through fathoms of conscious-

storms carried blue

Tugging, so subtle. dictate how I feel.

But Only If I Let It.

I am my own nature, Neptune of my ocean.

I sail through seas of my own sensation.

plowing through life and death alike.

I am a speck in the Infinite.

But then I realize,

I am the boat and the prow.

I am the sea and the swell,

I am the sky and the blue.

I am the tide, but not what is carried.

5/14/2022