I miss the ocean
The ocean and I have an understanding
An allowance of faults on either end
An comprehension and acceptance at the other's imperfection
Still we fight each other all day
Until I am exhausted
And she resolves to bury my toes in sand
The sea and I are not angry
Not at each other
We meet each other as competitors
As scientists to see who will survive
As equal hearts pitched against the other
And as I stand against her
She thrashes and drags me in
I struggle to resist her gravity
She recedes then ingests me like mouthwash
I no longer stand
She spits me back up
Because she doesn't need me
And I lay in the sand
Too tired to give a crap that it's everywhere
That the little grains are melding with the fibers of my suit
Who would care
Who would dare to object
I have lost and am content to loose
So the soaked sand takes me in
As the ocean reaches her fingers up
To tell me to rest
To say she's sorry
To ask me back in

Happy Birthday....man, i think it's been like a year since i've written some semblance of poetry...i'm afraid that is my only excuse.