The Pillar

Currents of chaos Battering battering my fragile ports Steady flow of tidal constance Fluid life and yet I drown silently A water sogged pillar I steady the pier and hold true Against the undercurrents and crashing waves Briney depths beckon and call Shifting drifting sandy murk Dances at my feet Upturned, my face to the sun But that is not my place Shadowy cool caressing fingers Urge me downward For the waves are my lullaby and They call me home