Bond To Tide

Each breath, a pool of hope, rising and falling, the tide of my being. How did I learn this? I need not think to do it. Does the ocean feel the same? It seems to work so hard, forward and back, pushing the shore. Could it stop? Perhaps only I am captivated in this moment. A coincidence? Our souls pull together. How easy to forget the rhythm of these breaths. They are mine...yet I see them in water? How long does this ocean pulse? Has all been lost? Or was nothing to gain? Just be. Ocean and me. I am sure my breath is drawn in with the tide.