Tidepools
Born into the soothe of tide pools.
Hardly a ripple, hardly a care.
Infinity in the shallows so very nearby.
There are no treasures here
Only the seduction of security.
On the horizon you see shining things.
Maps to treasures that we're born to seek.
Knee-deep we frolic about.
Then slide into the thick blue
where thrashers abound.
There, destiny lies like a sleepy silver eye.
On a sandy shelf just above the abyss.
You reach out bit by bit,
But it's always one bit out of reach.
You've convinced you've given your best.
Heart pirates move in, gleaning the last fleck from your chest.
Return to shallows warm. A bit battered and worn.
Back into the tide pool of reflection.
The horizon scribes the journey from beginning to end.
Knowledge and wisdom came at a premium.
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