The Ocean
In an instant the tide has changed
The warm ocean breeze has turned frigid
The ocean... believing I could walk upon it
I now can barely keep my head above it
I am waiting while I'm wading
For my feet to be set firmly on shore
In the meantime, I accept my fingers will wrinkle
I'm prepared for the riptides to challenge me
But I will not drown...
Not today...
Not tomorrow...
I am waiting while I'm wading
For the day when my feet are set firmly on shore
Copyright © Vince Bandille | Year Posted 2016
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