Sandbar

I dwell on this sandbar. Between the shallows and the deep. So free and yet so oppressed. But during the rarest of moments I truly know that I am blessed. Do I make for the mainland. Facing riptides of salt and teeth. Or wade through sharpened coral hearts. onto that cay of stagnant familiarity. I tend to teeter toward the shallow. but there are pools so blue -so deep. So why do I ride this burning sandbar? It's out of fear I tend to think.