I am speck in time
connected by moments pinned on a board.
As I watch, the string hangs,
disentangled from the past.
In my mind time plays like a black and white movie,
a distant memory.
Waves of longing no longer crash into me
instead, sputtering up to where I stand at the shore
as a reminder.
A brief encounter with what was,
the ocean of experiences is now open for tourists
and I am its first and most frequent visitor;
reminiscing in its scenery, hesitant to dive into its depths.
The beach that is memory lane is never far.
Some days I make the drive
but others, I turn away and go home.
Choosing to look at all that’s in front of me,
I see myself as a whole;
a little bird stuck in a forest of trees,
surrounded by endless unconquered lands.
I stopped longing for the water
when I flew home.
With a distant feeling of weightlessness and
my vacation goggles are off, stored safely in an old shoe box.
The chain breaks at last;
life renewed, larger oceans to be discovered.