The sea waits at the edge of the city
patient, circling, looming.
Laughs at candy floss clowns
and children playing with buckets and spades.
Still she waits resilient
beating the gulls that voice her pain
screeching, wings flapping, diving for fish
insane creatures alarmed and confused.
She is waiting for me
to undress on her shoreline
leave a bundle of clothes small as the ego
now departing, filling up with icy water and lies.
Pockets soaked, underwear clinging, hair sticking.
To walk back now, to retreat
would be to admit
dark secrets, dark chapters, dark past.
She waits to engulf me
A large mother with beefy arms round her young
swaddling, strangling, succouring
winning as she crushes me to submission.
I let out a scream
she laughs, who will hear it here
a silent bobbing life buoy?
rhythmically she moves me forward, she has won.
RMEMME (c) 2017