#18: Deep Waters

 

I've befriended strangers

and strange friends alike
so have I their deepest secrets.

I've been a destination to many,

a mere transit to even more but

have I never been home

to someone, or anyone.

They wave their goodbyes like waves

stroking the beige cheeks of the sea

without thinking the sands are no longer the same.

They wave their goodbyes like the high-sea winds

change the course of a ship: hasty and forceful.

They think things don't matter,

but at the sea, a single step taken

is a storm raging.

2021, Nov 6.