Floating

have you ever swam to the middle of the ocean

and felt peace in its stillness? 

allowing the interplay of gravity and buoyancy

hold your body aimlessly 

as you finally relish in a pressure

that is not of your own making. 

See, by the body of the shore you see waves,

crashing to the beat of the birds whistle

with a sense of urgency

and sense of yearning 

that only the land and the sea are privy to 

but we all recognize as call and response 

molding and eroding or 

a centuries long, grand game of change. 

but on top the precipice 

jutted from the watery cheek of the planet

you learn that with grand expansion comes loneliness

and the ocean knows that well. 

Stretching and covering most of the earth like a blanket 

it is admired for its elusiveness,

feared for its moody theatrical bouts of destruction 

and an enigma to those who wish to understand it. 

Yet, floating in its depth I feel the same. 

beautifully intense and horrifyingly unpredictable 

bound and guided by other-worldly forces 

divined to change those I come crashing into contact with-

admired for my difference 

feared for my truth 

An enigma for those who only wish to understand the surface.