Just when I think the beach is safe for me to wander, that tide comes in and knocks me over, clears my lungs of breath.
Just when I am certain the levees will hold you back, certain I can control you, or at the very least how I react to you.
Just when it seems that the waves have found a new beach to reduce to rubble, clay in your hands. Just when I am certain another bay makes a better home.
Just when I think I can walk as if you don’t exist, that I can walk my own way.
I guess, the tide is subject to gravity.
There are some things that cannot be stopped.
Wash me away.