Summer’s sun greets my skin,
a warmth I happily welcome.
I sit and stare out at your swells
in awe of such chaotic charisma;
your tides rise with a quickness
that takes my breath away.
We have that in common,
highs and lows that is…
You make it look much more graceful than I,
with your crescendoing crests
that crash carelessly back into
the same body from which they rose.
How many times have I grown
hastily with hope
so confident in my crescendo
that the inevitable descent
I watch your salty foam form
in that moment where you are
neither falling nor growing-
simply satisfied sitting in the skyline;
and when the wind wraps you in her arms,
you rise yet again.
You prefer to keep your secrets safe
beneath your abysmal body
while I messily wear my heart on my sleeve.
I wish I could be a little more like you-
mysterious and magical
bold and beautiful
strong and serene.
I wish I could carry
all that makes up me
the way you carry
the creatures that make up you-
deep down, safe and submerged.
You have no insecurities
never worry where the wind will take you;
you are free to flow wherever and however you like
without fear of being judged,
without fear of not being enough-
or of being too much.
You are bound only by the land