go to the water
to the water
the water
water.

it's fading. going out. taking the shoreline and tide with it.
diminishing.
like my resolve and spirit and resilience.
i need replenishing in the way the moon gives to the sea.

and i couldn't get to the water.
not the kind that comes to the shore from the depths of the sea.
but it started raining.
so i went to the water that comes from the sea by a different way. and i sat out there.
and it saturated my skin.

i let it beat against me.
over and over over and over and over.
but then i couldn't get to the water. not the kind that came from the sky.

so i went to the kind that comes from the ground.
i immersed myself in blue and white.
drawing a bath up and around the nape of my neck and collar bones.

my knees like little islands in the sea i love so much.
and i sat there.
and it saturated my skin.
i let it seep into me, and then crawl slowly down and around me as it left and returned to the ground.

i had hoped that it would wash away the feelings i was having.
erase. erode. renew.
it didn't.

but it reminded me where i came from.
it reminded me where i was going.
so i took that and swam.

to the water.