I’ve always wanted to live by the ocean.
I can’t quite explain it –
I’m terrified of deep water.
Still, I promised myself once
that someday I would,
even if only half believing.
Midlife and landlocked, I’m no closer,
though I’m certainly closer to death,
whatever that is.
Day after day I want to wake up,
gaze down at a sleepy harbor,
and step out into coastal winds.
I want to make tracks in cool wet sands.
and slip into sleep with the breakers.
I want to live and die by the ocean.
God knows why.
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