personal sea

my dear, my sea, my salt,
personal wave, intimate tide:
living with your beauty and fury,
i lose myself in your surf.

and that
is okay.

scarcely do i need to be
found, tangled in your heaps
of seaweed; no, just leave me
on the rocks, under the logs,
below the gravity of tears.
i'll find my way back, don't
worry, the moon may guide me,
the sun will call me, the stars
will bind me to a charted course,
sailing home,
sailing home.