I lose myself in the sea
In the sounds of the waves
Breaking against the rocks
And the subtler susurrus
Of foamy water
Climbing then falling
The shallow sandy shoreline

The tiny boats
I make from the thoughts
I no longer want to have
Recede with the dying waves
To be consumed by the surf

I prepare more
With all the parts of me
I never asked for
Or cannot be rid of
And watch as they glide gently
Into roiling oblivion

I am free
For the duration
Of an ebb tide

Soon enough
The flood comes

The inexorable sea
Returns them all to me