The Ocean

The ocean breeze calls me closer every day.
I try to tell it,
"Wait, I don't understand."
But when have sea shells ever stopped their humming in your ear?

According to the angle of the sun,
my smoke signals should have reached the land by now.
But I fear my luck has just run out,
and til the end of days
the sand will be my most precious gold.

My ship will come most faithfully in just 3 days,
with white sails and ginger ales.
But until then, I'm swirling in a sea
and the single creature I can spy
will not tell me what it thinks of my interesting predicament,
it would rather eat me instead and spit out my bones
to the never ending
sea.

yes

I miss you like the sun
wishes there was a breeze coming from the west
to offer a cool hand to the seismic tremors of the Earth.

Send me ocean drifts and salty seas
to calm the thoughts that threaten to swirl
in my head forever.

Words can only make this worse,
I am convinced,
but yet I cannot cut off all of my threads
with swimming dreams and indefinite wifi.

Even without electrical currents,
even drowning in 8 ounce cups,
even soaking up all the rays,
even running miles in my head
and countless hot air balloon rides,
I cannot forget, and I cannot expect to make anything but mistakes.

Even more than 400 miles make me want to
doubt my mind. I know I am not stupid,
but when I told you to keep my heart in mind,
I fear you listened only temporarily.

Grasp, in my direction,
if nothing else. I feel silly
and my heart is on a tightrope,
destined to fall off.
You might as well tell me sooner
rather than later
so I can call up someone else to
fill the chasm you left.