the sand has left

we swing 

from branch to branch
sturdy or unstable
we are moving
as two waves will
live recklessly live independently
then oneday crash into
one another-


destiny.


forming something so particular
forming forms of unity


there is something so strong about the tide


I remember the sand and how much sad it was lacking
on that particular day


I remember the ocean and the way it started to
rotate
the layers of how he moved.


I mourned something for 13 years
and it was not this,not at all,not even a  little bit.