I was young when the water was rising, but didn't drown. Every tumbling wave capsizing knocked me around.
That was the first time I learned that time and tide wait for no one.
I got stuck when the water receded, dropped in the sand. It was tempting to read as defeated, throw up my hands.
But I was once more reminded: time and tide wait for no one.
Staring out from the edge of erosion at what the tide took back. Floating off where the moon meets the ocean—
Whatever I lack, well I'm not swimming out after it.
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