Friday, March 21, 2025

EBB TIDE

What does it mean 
to say a life 
has been "spent?"

Exhausted 
from treading 
the waters of want?

Or else, from always holding 
our watery hands out 

hoping to receive 
our allowance 
of suffering? 

Perhaps, it's forgetting 
the fad of transcending;

eschewing 
jagged edges for 
softness made stronger.

It's not as if, someday, 
we won't 
still be filled 

with the infernal desires 
of dubious strangers; 

but with any luck, 
we'll have grown too old 
and tired to stand up

and shake their bejeweled 
hands any longer.