Rejection answers the wounded growl,
revealing in its wake
an assembly of expectations in every direction.
Like a rip tide seducing me further from the shore,
these experiences remind me
that the flow of nature is immediate and righteously overwhelming.
I am out here paddling,
breathing like fire
as the moment grip my spirit
in its aqueous palms.
Live or die are not the options right now;
keep swimming,
moving,
pumping force to stay afloat,
no need to understand
or define this task at hand.
She is a bitter body, that ocean of my dreams;
keep swimming,
moving water with my feet.