I’d love to dive again

Into the emerald warmth,

And soothing foam

Of an afternoon tide

–

To break loose from the vise

Of our disquieting times

For the beach bonfire

Still alive at high tide

–

Even if it’s a dream

That I’ve woven in agony,

While spiraling in heartbreak,

I burrow in its sand

–

Healing,

As my world of certainty explodes

Into a gale of splinters

And time burns to ash