where my turbulent thoughts go for a swim
to be reminded that they also have the power
to drench a certain type of melancholy
and shatter a dam that holds up any inspirations
There is healing quality in the way it shimmers
as if it can tell whether I am in touch
with whatever that is within me
I can measure loss against its mass
and suddenly everything in life will seem so complete
Ever again I rest on the sand
with my notebook of writings next to me
until moonlit seashells linger elsewhere
From afar white foams explode into madness
but the hem that touches my knees look so smooth
A storm with a soft edge
that can wreck a ship
but caress the limpets
though they do not seem to care
about how many lives the tides took
Like I, they refuse to disturb
this perfect serenity in a chaotic mess
Sea-kissed cheeks and sand in my feet
Sun-dried hair and memories everywhere
It is time for my thoughts to return to shore
and scribble a few lines in my journal
Bringing them for a dip makes me cherish poetry all the more
All poems speak but a good one listens
Life never ceases to have meaning
Even in suffering
Even in death
I shut my eyes and let the waves
whisper a story about
something coming
something going
