Not drowning, just waving.
In a dream, or a memory
Floating prone, in the ocean off the coast,
A familiar place, a rhythmic pace not lost.
The water balances my body midway
Between sinking and surviving.
To the left I can see the sand dunes rising
In unison with the incoming swell.
To the right, a line dividing air from water.
Below, I can feel the shifting tide
Sensing the sharks, waiting for a meal.
Above, the blue sky, home for drifting puffs of cloud
and a stray gull, squawking at nothing.
There’s a call from the shore.
“Are you drowning or waving?”
How thoughtful, how profound.
Neither. Just caught between sea and sky.
It’s the way it’s always been.
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