Ten minutes ago-

I was caught in

the ten before.

Childless-

Yet still weighed

down by the

slow growth of 

my seed.

Can it be?

That the wind

drowning out 

my thoughts,

has carried off my

presence?

Inhaling foul 

tasting sediments,

exhaling nervous squalls

breaking with a 

perfect off shore

breeze. I swim with

every stiffness of

my muscle. The

cracks and creaks

of my shoulders- I endure.

I endure.

To be slammed

yet again.

I hold my breath

as my being,

forgotten in

the process is washed, 

tumbled, and

pressed to the

ocean floors.

Alone with the clatter of sea shells-

I cling to,

looking for the

light- we all know-

eventually must come.