ocean currents are alive,
whispering and holding tight to IOUs
ocean currents are lonely,
so they pull as many people as they can
down to them
the only way out is a sliver of rope
- don't blink, you'll miss it -
waiting to pull you up
but my hands are slipping
memories cloud
the water
can you see where
you need to be?
it's a path made up of
uncertain steps,
jumping over lily pads,
of riptides and crashing waves
the rope has to want you
you have to know what you want
ocean currents are alive.