Wading in the low tide
The sun nestled in the sky
I swim farther out to catch it
Only to get thrown into a riptide
Emotions, sensibility, all human senses seep
Into the sea, conversing with the fishes,
Losing sight of the sun before me
Time becomes something of a fool,
For I laugh and make fun of him,
Making him turn away in disgust.
A rude awakening,
When he nudges my encumbered cadaver.
The sun’s resplendence is no longer charming,
I curse and spit, “Why do you glare at me
When my head is full of pain?”
His retort is short,
As a cloud hides his embarrassment.
Alone, sitting with time,
Distress is a component.
Gazing upon the coast, the tide looks low,
And pleasing to the senses.
Preparing to embark again, cool water caressing my feet,
I swim out once more,
The sun I will try to greet.