Legs Kicking

Legs kicking against the shore
I try to escape this beach of time
Its sands plague me with their grains
Each one reminding me of a moment
In my life and your life
Which intersected

But that is not the regret
Which I carry around daily
Like a soldier’s rucksack
Heavy with the equipment
Of survival

I had everything to get on without you
I had a map to find my way
A compass to stay on course
A canteen
A magnifying glass
It is the last which fails me

I search endlessly but I cannot find it
Discard my bag near the water
Hoping it will float away
As I swim toward the horizon

Here I find myself again
Legs kicking against the shore
Stirring up the traitorous sands
Making ripples in the surface of the clear, clear blue
I have to get away

I have to try to escape

I can’t stay here any more searching
For that one grain
That one grain that I cannot find
The vexatious tiny pebble of ancient rock
A member of those who number more than the stars
Even though there are so many the one mocks me
The one I can’t take back
(because it is)
The one that doesn’t exist
The one where I chose to save your life
The one where I chose to save your life
The one where I chose to save your life

World without end
I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry
World without end