~Ocean~

I keep
imagining too
much I
can't
help it

I miss
the ocean
butt things
are always
changing like
the tide

dare to
dream all
I can hope
for is
to make
it out alive
despite my
tears of
mourning

comfort is
just the
enemy of
progress
you pull
me in
then push
me out again

rough and wrong
this can't
be explained
away, another
breathtaking thing

apple blossom
bloom lazily
on the dark trees
white turns
to pink
to full
achingly soft

there's still
time to
touch change
the road
I'm on
makes me
wonder
the air
is humming
fate says
pretend

~Sarah Mahina Calvello