Fourteen
How can we be sure of anything
the tide changes.
The wind that made the grain wave
gently yesterday-blows down
the trees tomorrow.
And the sea sends sailors crashing
on the rocks.
As easily as it guides them safely home.
I love the sea.
But it doesn't make me less afraid of it.
I love you.
but I'm not always sure of
what you are and how you feel.
I'd like to crawl behind your eyes and see me as you do.
Or climb through your mouth
and sit on every word that comes
up through your throat.
Maybe I could be sure then
maybe I could know
as it is- I hide beneath your frowns or worry when you laugh
too loud.
always sure a storm is rising.
~Author unknown
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