Caprices of Connection

With some

There is an ebb

Of presence

Nothing gained

And when they’re gone

Not much feels lost.

Far beneath is

Just a simple life

Connected with another’s.

Yet other times

There is a flood

Which no dam can contain

And once the waters start to flow

There is just no returning.

To float or drown

Is all there is

And hope I have my breath.

Find where currents take me

And look upon the shore

For as waves break and eddies swirl

I might see the shore no more.

Once I thought

It might have been

A glory to behold

To be lost in this tide..

Yet as my feet lose ground

And I’m caught up

A mere passenger

On fluid thought

Of connection to another

I oddly miss the coast

And wish I had a float

As holding my breath

Has gotten tough.

Torn between the drifting

Of the waves

And the need to stand ashore

To place my soul on solid ground

And feel secure once more

I damn these tides

That set me free

So lost was I

On borrowed time

I did not see the shifting winds

Nor did I feel the tide grow wild

And as I drew a gasping breath

An island gave me harbor

Between the shoreline and the sea

It’s here I set my anchor

Though still I look

Upon them both

And somehow feel connected

I hold my ground

Much as I can

I wait to see aside from me

Who else might feel

These caprices of connecting.