I’m trying to put into words
how it feels to breathe
alongside the ocean and
consider all the change.
I’ve wandered, so long without discipline,
on a simple mission for truth.
To map out what’s boundless
and keep my head above the flood
of this unbelievable world
and in my deepest of hearts
I think it’s unlikely
I’ll ever know how it feels to be anchored.
You see my foundation is not
weight, but a storm. Sweet survival
and relentless tides, swaying
with incomprehensible gravity.
Tomorrow, I’ll discover why I was
wrong yesterday. I’ll feel shame
until nostalgia licks me all over
in the sheer warmth; that is
youth & discovery.