we could jump in the waves
or wade at the shore,
dive into the ocean
or stay land-bound and bored.
but i never want to have to wonder
what you’re thinking,
what you’re creating
inside that imagination of yours.
share with me. build with me.
because when the tides rush in,
when they arise and collapse
and swirl at our feet,
all to wash away, return, and repeat,
we’ll be fully ready. you see,
we know the secret of the waters,
of the unpredictable surges
and watered-down speech:
we let the words rise up themselves