the sea

I am careful
when I am down
by the sea. I let

the past stay
on ocean floor.

Do not watch
waves which carried
the regrets I

washed only recently
from hands.

I don’t want to
be caught in the
undercurrent.

But it is so hard
to keep dry when
I can’t stop

wanting to set my feet
on the beach,

let the pull of
water entice me
toward the past.

Ocean

Advertisements