The Shoreline

The Shoreline

stretching long

oh the vastness of all thoughts

(i am trapped here

and i am scrapping against the rocks)

the well is deep, too deep

to touch the bottom

(and i am wading waiting here,

for a sip of some sweet water…)

how many times must i revisit

and come face to face with my own

some gnawing voices reminds me

that only leaves me alone…

(am i a desert wanderer

over sandhills brown and green

or am i a seasick traveller

holding out for shore or bay?)

how can You leave me so alone here

so fragile, so expectant

i thought You’d come home by now

but it’s been long, long past sunset

what is it to hope for You

to be in You while You’re away?

i cannot find the door or path you took…

it's all scattered, all fake.

and i have asked to be examined,

yet it only seems like me

my own reason is my doctor

and my thought my remedy

how can You be apart here?

i am still that little boy

whom You dropped off at mothers

and left us unemployed

i’ve scattered all my reasons

to the wind above the water

and watched her carry them away from me forever

yet i'd hoped you’d find them

and piece them back together

but all i know is seaward

and scattered there, my treasure

i whisper to the wind

(or does she to me?)

but we speak a different language

as she carries my thoughts to sea.

i whisper to the shore

(and her rhythmic thought-like waves)

but i only hear my heartbeat,

my verity, my grave.