Watching the shoreline Grow smaller and smaller Then the bottom bumps Against a boulder Under the dark water Which you choose to ignore Or hate Or anticipate Or wish away with the wave of a hand And I wonder if it has torn a hole And I wonder if I am sinking Then the way goes smooth And the noise stops And the nausea ends And you say it was your hand That made it so And the journey continues againSmooth until the next bump ~ Hezaasan, (c) 2019
Seafaring
Muttering Retreats 