Riptide

It’s always been different

and always the same

it’s all been anonymous

and all had a name

It’s had no beginning

and having no end

the truth lost in playing

this game of pretend

The magic in giving,

what’s been taken is lost

the price of the folly

exceeding its cost

And we search the horizon

never leaving the shore

the waves ever constant

now as then—and before

 

(The New Room: January, 2022)

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