close to the edge

i am like the sea

i follow a rhythm

much older than me

i reach out,

i shrink away,

i have my tides

i touch the land,

retire in me,

come again

swelling, then

breaking in waves

the wind wrinkles my face,

the sun steals my water,
i am the ocean,

i give

but i cannot die

rains fill me,

rivers,

i am so deep,

i feel too vast,

i am in all parts
and i live as a part.
i must be

so very small.

sometimes i think

i drown

in myself

i live so close

to the edge.

i want to touch,

and often

i think

i will never

reach your shore