So much of me
is made up of you.
It is no wonder
I long so for the sea
Or that I am subject,
as the mighty tides,
to the push and pull
of the moon.
Is there any surprise
that I have vast depths,
and mysteries
yet to be fathomed?
I can transport you
to far away places,
hold you up as
you sail on
into gorgeous sunsets
with me your wake.
I can be both
sweet and clear
dangerous and dark
life preserving and
life-threatening
As I flow
to,
around,
through,
and always
back
to you.
As tide,
as time.

M. Zane McClellan

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