of the ground
is a frightening
thing to leave for the sea’s uncertainty,
we would rather
stay here on the shore
than swim out there and risk burial in blue.
however, the quaking earth
forces us to leave the sturdy land
and venture out to a turquoise, wavy world–to keep on swimming,
to keep our heads up, our mouths groping for air. Our faces
fight to stay above the waves. Our paddling arms and legs
cannot rest, as achy as they are, until the water shallows.
and we crawl out of the wet, and fall exhausted on the sand.