a log beaten by waves
letting the current take away
it was time to sail
kissing gray as you ventured,
as you desired.
In search of the island of your need.
What boat can suffice?
What carriage you burden?
Your legs carry across land, your body shifts against water.
The dead ocean swallows. Now Swimmer, gasp in, go under.
There, the Voice clears. Decipher demon calls
Where are you going?
But how to explain
The taming of the storm inside, the desire drinking the sea?
It is my personal conquest, you say, the calling of the tempest within me.
The Voice pushing through water
bubbles against your skin,
They swirl around. Beginning to bitter speak:
Why, Our Lost Swimmer, why?
There is nothing for you to gain
Stop this nonsense, O Foolish Swimmer, your spirit’s growing faint.
I cannot control it, you spit, it’s too late to stop,
I cannot be restrained.
How can you stop a wave from crashing?
Or expect my foolish heart to obey?
Please help me on this journey,
you pleaded jagged breath
I cannot live dependent on stagnation
to kill my passion for security
I’d rather end up dead.
Wait, Swimmer, for their answer
What covered your eyes?
challenging death deep’s disguise?
The Voice trembles through ocean
Raging, bites the salted grave
Crushed hands holding firm
relentless glinted gaze
you broke the strained lull
Please, you begged, I’m helpless against the waves,
The Voice broke laughter
And a sudden flare hushed within
The cold fear settled into throat
And dry doubt started to kick
We’ll help you, Stubborn Swimmer,
Though not for pity, but the stars within your eyes
Your body lifted through depths
Your lungs inhale sudden night
And there in the distance, the Island!
You ventured through dark waters
Each stroke closer yellow shores
Till a voice rang out
Stop! The Island cried, don’t come any closer.
Its voice a trill
But, Island. Precious Island, I have waited for this day. I challenged the depths to find you.
Lost my way, left my home… please let me take refuge in your embrace.
You wanted to say. But you didn’t say.
The voice was conviction.
Who were you to deny? What soul can trespass another’s right?
There’s no argument. No fight.
Turn around, Tired Swimmer, back to the depths
The Island was never yours