The Ocean...

despite the sun
i slipstream the cloud shadows
beneath the moon, I try
to mark Orion and the Pleiades
strong currents eddy across
my stream of consciousness
the gravity and weight of a soul
measured in sea foam
too long have i slept
so that now, fantasies and parallels
are swallowed by the deep
with no aftertaste of dream

should this race be run
or ran away from?
am i too grounded to fly
or rather too far gone to be anchored?
most often i seem at a loss
to know which side of the mirror
is my given role
and whether i'll vanish once i turn
where every tear i've ever wept
creates a tender shore to walk upon
and every day i'm allowed to keep
is one less beach to cry about